First Day

Every day is the first day of the rest of your life. Today is my first day of the rest of my life as a writer. I have always loved to write, made claims that I am, in fact, a writer, but never have actually produced any writing for others to read outside of school, journaling, or the occasional poem to a lover, or ode to a friend. So today, friends, I write. I write for me and I write for you. I can officially call myself a writer and it feels good. It feels good like warm bunny slippers on a chilly morning. It feels good like sand (the squishy kind) between your toes. It feels good like a first kiss. I feel truthful, authentic, and real. That is why I like to write. So that I may use my words to convey what my voice sometimes feels to small to say- the truth. If this is never seen by the eyes of others, it matters not. I have expressed my truth and unveiled an aspect of my identity that was once hidden. Ah, freedom. So, to those who have taken the time to read my first blog ever, I thank you. I am grateful for you, your priceless time, and your thoughts. If it weren't for you, this may have just been another journal entry. So Cheers! To writing, to creative expression, to all the emotional entrails that will follow this first blog, and to you, for supporting something you also have a passion for. This is the first day. May the last come slowly, and with purpose fulfilled.