Today's letters

I started reading a blog recently that centers around writing letters. As a writer, that warms my heart. I love to write. I don't make any time to write creatively because life gets in the way. I go to work, I make plans, I spend time in coffee shops doing freelance - which is writing, but it's different - and I go to the barn, and I attempt to pursue friendships that stretch my emotional capacity. 

I want to better organize my time, but until I can get a working plan for that, I write letters.

Short, simple letters. 

I want to remember the good of my life. I developed a habit in college where I would only journal if I was unhappy; that's made journaling feel an awful lot like therapy, but not always in a good way. I don't like to go back and read my journals, because, generally, they aren't full of happy memories. Not that everything needs to be happy, but I would treasure the good in my head and immortalize the bad on paper. 

In an effort to turn that around, I'm tracking my letters.

I don't know exactly what this looks like, but for now, I'm making posts as often as I remember (I set wild standards for myself, and in an effort to work on that, I'm not attempting to do this every single day) and creating a journal here. 

This is my space. 

To say what I want and to think what I want. 

To remember, and to flesh out whatever I need to work on. 

My space to pursue bravery, whatever that looks like.