Today, I Need To Write
Our needs tend to differ day-to-day, hour-to-hour. Last night I lay in bed awake and became hungry. Out of nowhere a hankering arose and I craved a Lärabar. So, my feet landed on the floor and I paced myself to the snack cabinet to grab, and enjoy, the unique cashew-blend.
Last weekend I was called home to Mesa, Arizona, to be with family and friends for the loss of a loved one; a very special one. Nothing could’ve stopped me. The need demanded it.
Today my need is simple. All I need to do is write.
Writing is a responsibility I take seriously. I want to improve. I’ve always been passionate about the words I choose; it’s a part of who I am.
In its quiet way, writing adds volume and passion to life. There is no limit to how this skill serves me. Peace, sobriety, and happiness, one word after another.
At times, the intuitive nature of smooth flowing language is adept and fluid. Other times, putting a sentence together is a battle, like playing refined and cultivated music for a novice.
I heard it recently: writing is like a muscle and needs to be fed, worked, and strengthened. I relate with this. It makes sense to me. It gives me hope.
This gift allows me the liberty and prudence of directing personal energy and thoughts into words that never die; the word itself is life.
Every move counts, every thought important, every word matters - this is writing!
Tomorrow will present several challenges: blog topics, web design, learning my voice, online etiquette. Sometimes the fear affects me more than I care to admit.
I’m a drug addict and was on the street for 10 years. Where the hell do I start?
Good things happen to good people, and I believe they do. Truth is, I don’t need to know everything right now. I want to enjoy the process. Good things come in time. Besides, I get in trouble when I move too fast.
Today is the time to live. Now is the time to be happy. Right now.
Small victories win the war. I began this post with a brain too concerned about the effects of the day. Now, a short time later, my head is clear and I feel alive. This is going to be fun.
Like the muscle, my skill will grow in strength and routine, but this day it didn’t matter. The goal was to write and finish a post without stopping, thus creating a habit and momentum for future endeavors; hoping the process will be easier to duplicate.
No doubt, I will analyse and dissect the product, and possibly over-edit. I will spend days digging into the strengths and weaknesses encountered, and these experiences I hope to master and simplify. But this isn’t about that. This is about writing. And today I wrote. Victory.
Work slow. All things in order. Good things happen to good people.
About the Author
Tate Gunning has entered his life purpose with the creation of Inhouse Treatment. For over 10 years, he suffered from addiction, living homeless, in jail, and on the streets. Rehab didn’t work; he couldn’t get clean. Now 3 years sober and completely transformed, he is ready to teach the enjoyment of recovery.