When I first discovered my love of writing, I was unstoppable. In spite of my full schedule, full time work and taking care of the home. I found myself writing in the wee hours of the morning, during breaks at work, or in between doing chores.

Writing helps me process my feelings.

This is how I open up.

This is my safe space.

Do people still read blogs?

Are we being overshadowed by reels and influencers?

Does it matter if we are?

What makes someone a writer?

What makes a blog successful?

Do I write for followers or to make a name for myself?

As years passed and with my love-hate relationship with social media, I’ve always come back to writing. This is where I belong. This will always be my safe space. This is where I feel protected. This is who I am. This will be my legacy.

I don’t have much to offer. Don’t have much to give or leave.

But when all is said and done, this space right here, will always be around.

I came to the realization that writing is my way of showing my heart’s pages to people, who have never learned how to read.

Until next time,