Writing is my outlet.
For the last four years, I've felt that something was missing from my life. Every time I was angry, frustrated, tired or just over concerned with the things happening around me, I wasn't sure what to do.
I tried running. I tried lifting weights. I tried talking it out. I even tried praying.
Nothing seemed to do the trick.
And then, it came to me.
For three years, I had spent the majority of my time detailing my thoughts out on paper, word-for-word, thought-for-thought. One, twice, even 20 times a week, I would sit down and write. I'd write about the world, about Doane, about myself.
I let hundreds of people into my life through my written words.
I didn't really care what people thought of my weekly umps whether they aged or disagreed with them, or really, even if they actually read them. For me, those columns were a therapy. They were a release from the stresses of my daily life, and a way for me to unwind.
And then, I didn't have them anymore. The Doane Owl wasn't depending on me to fill the empty space, and Sandhills Publishing certainly didn't have room for personal columns. My 4-H kids and parents definitely don't care to read what I believe to be profound thoughts in their weekly newsletter, and I don't have my own press to create a paper just for my thoughts.
So, I turn to the adult version of what I had in college. A blog.
If you read this, thank you, and if not, it's not going to upset me. This blog, it's just for me.
Writing is MY outlet.
