I had creative writing today. I think that might be my hardest class of the semester, only because every time she has called on me to read what I wrote and I know..I just KNOW that I am not the best writer. And I only like to read aloud if I know its good. I know, thats lame.
Every day we have a prompt to get us to write. Today we had to tell a story through letters. We could make up any character and write a letter from them. I did mine from a dying wife to her husband. In it, she describes how although they had this amazing and fulfilling life together she always knew she was his "second choice". I wrote a response back from him after she had passed away (he finds the letter too late) where he both mourns her as well as lets her know fervently how she was never his second choice. Yes, he had a first love, but he was genuinly happy with her, with thier life.
I am not sure how I felt about it but I realized why people write fiction. It is theraputic and takes you in this journey you didnt realize you needed to/ were going to take.
Also..there is this one guy. He has been in and out of my life the past few years and for whatever reason that makes no sense to me, he has always been there. Like at times when I have literally prayed for someone to reach out..I'll get a text from him. today was kinda like that. We will see. (I dont know who reads this so I have to remember to be VEERRRYY careful haha).
Sometimes I feel like for someone who has been single over a year now, I have a very active "non" love life.
Tonight I had abnormal psychology. I think I am going to love that class too. I get to diagnose all the crazies in my family hahaha just kidding.
I am at such a great place. My heart is seriously so content in every way.