I have been writing since I can remember. I am not one for poems or fiction because to be blunt I’m pretty awful at it. My wheelhouse has always been pulling from what I’m going through.You can blame that on the many friends and family members who bought me diaries and journals.
The hard lesson I’ve learned over the years is when you write from the heart not only is it painful to put on paper it’s equally painful to read.
So as I was getting ready to approach this new chapter in my writing journey… see what I did there? I let those close to me know.
My sweet Dad who is to blame for me being both an avid reader and writer immediately yelled out “don’t write about me!”
I promise this is probably it Dad.. Sorta. But it is a slippery slope.
Every week I put myself out there.
I usually do have a plan. I keep a bunch of post its with topic ideas handy in case my ritual of an adult beverage and accompanying music of the moment leave me stuck.
But full transparency these blogs come from moments. They’re moments that I think if I’m feeling this way maybe someone else is too and maybe just maybe they will read this and maybe not feel better, but know they’re not alone.
That can sometimes be the hardest thing. No matter who you are. But when I first left my ex husband I felt it. Hard. There were a few people who really stepped up and they know who they are. That leads me back to the beginning of this post. When I write these I am trying so hard to not be hurtful, to keep things that are mine, mine but still share those moments.
In a recent post I alluded to a new person in my life. He caught it. Believe it or not I’m actually a pretty guarded person. If you read my series the Fixer of Broken Boys … well you know why. I’m working on it. So it can be hard for me to tell the people I care about what they mean to me, but I can write it here.
I know I don’t get it either.
Again, working on it.
It’s scary. Sharing your life. Your joys. Your not so great days. The ugly. The great. The newest wrinkle.
But that’s WHY I’m here. That’s why I’m write. That’s why I share. So on those days- YOU know someone’s got you Momma.
Hi there- my name is Caprise, I’m your tattoo’d, music loving, Henry Rollins obsessed, Mom of the amazing G, single working Mom cheerleader… and I’m going to try my hardest to remind you we got this.