I began thinking about how trivial everything in life really is if it doesn’t have meaning in a persons life.
Then I thought back to young adult life, so fresh out in the world, no word press app or smart phone to jot notes down- just my beat up ’95 Ford escort, a chilly mid-April morning and the black three ring binder that carried my thoughts.
Then, as I was working on a project for a client, I looked out my window to the most moving, beautiful grey storm that crept up, reminding me that I was already ‘in it’ before it had arrived. And I read these beautiful quotes that help me remember why I write, if not for my clients, for my solitudes sake.
I am more than who I am, daily: I am a product of my past that contains irreplaceable value.