Self as Writer

Writing is my second language; I practice it everyday, increasing my fluency with every word I write. The freedom and security I feel when I write are unparalleled, compelling me to train myself ever forward in spelling my words, shaping my thoughts, structuring my sentences, and strengthening my vocabulary with needed bulk. Writing is one of my expressions, too, as is art; both are flowery fields where my creativity can flit about unhindered. This delights me to no end in how it liberates my mind. I may have my big toe jammed in a door, but writing can make it all better. I may be stuck in the static clutch of boredom, but writing can pry me lose. I may jump with joy, boil with anger, or sag with sadness, but when I let my feelings perfuse paper I am no longer captive to that feeling. Writing is also a blessing from my Creator to me, which I cherish and hone for to better glorify Him. Better yet, when I write, I create, and that is the thumbprint of my Maker upon me. When I write, "it is good."