A day of reasons..

It is twilight on the night before my 24th birthday..
I tap out the first post of my independent blog.

I believe that life must be lived with clarity.
Purpose. Decisive direction. Contentment.
This past year has been a sway of uncertainty in all of these areas therefore I have been urged and inspired by others to release my words in this form.
This year will be different.
Not that I assume I have the power to deter the course of circumstances.
Or persuade the wind to breeze calmly through my sails..
but I can choose to discover new avenues of talent or shake out the ones of yesterday..
Be studious in the art of contentment.

The Girl of my yesterday used to write about fairies , starry skies , days made perfect by my sheer unwavering delight of simply living in them.
When suddenly the true reality of life descended upon my carefree shoulders..
I bent beneath the weight. I staggered. I fell.
My words became dry, brittle , uncharacteristic.
I stopped writing because the words were no longer pretty.

I became a Woman.
Began the journey of discovering this new voice of description..
a more realistic edgy tone with a touch of hopeful wistfulness.
A longing for renewed optimism.
Evolving from these days of brokenness and tears is the voice that will pen my first book.
Through the terror of those aching moments..
over the edge of believing my words had dissolved..
under the current of a refined river they swam to the surface ...
awash with courage emerged this voice.

A voice of resolution.