Continuing with my theme of things I am thankful for, I want to talk about writing.
I realized today, as I was contemplating what I am thankful for this year, that I am thankful for the gift of words.
It’s not something I consciously think about much, because I have literally been writing my entire life. But it is a true gift, and I am thankful for it.
I’ve always said that I wanted to touch people with my words, be it poetry or novels. And I have, because people have told me.
When I was a member of Job’s Daughters, the youth group I was involved in from the time I was fifteen until I was twenty, I was promoted to the state chapter, which was a great honor. My job was to be a pen pal to the girls in Missouri (this was before the Internet. Wow, I am really showing my age!). So we wrote back and forth and sent each other stuff. For the big State convention, there was a contest to see who had the best depiction of their assigned state (and an essay). I made a cool map of Missouri and made it into a collage with all the stuff I got over the course of the year. And I wrote an awesome essay.
Well, I won. And was asked to stand up in front of hundreds of people and read it.
Apparently, I made some people cry. I had touched them that much.