Life happens. You make choices that that change your course and sometimes, if you’re lucky, they change your life. After coming home from Haiti all I wanted to do was cry. Cry for the ten year old girl who lost hearing on her left ear because no one knew she had an ear infection. Cry for the limping father who didn’t want anyone to clean the open wound on his leg until someone helped his two month old little girl who lost her mother. Cry for the many Haitian volunteers that even when living in tents would show up every morning to see what they could do to help. Cry for the rain that fell on my tent while many others didn’t have the luxury of a roof. Cry for the smiling children who sang while waiting hours just for a chance to eat some crackers.
Haiti marked me. My experience there is tattooed on my soul and nothing I write can ever express all I saw, felt or learned there. There aren’t enough words in any language that can truly help me describe my experience. I won’t try to, all I can do now is live, enjoy my life, appreciate all I have and try to nourish my soul with all the joy I can get to feed it. Haiti taught me that living your life, enjoying it for what it is, only happens when you truly appreciate all that you still have. I have a lot. A lot to smile about, to laugh about, to cry about, to write about. So from now on I will just write.
I started this blog as I way to help me get back to writing. Ever since I was a little girl all I ever wanted was to be a writer. I wanted to put on paper the characters that lived in my head and had a story to tell. I wanted to re write the ending of my favorite Telenovela, or my favorite book, or my favorite movie. I wanted to live through my words all I had yet to live. Years later I still want all those things and my biggest failure has been to neglect this simple act that brings me joy. I set myself a goal that I won’t be able to meet now. So this is me starting over. I will not write five hundred words a day anymore. I will try to write every day with the understanding that life happens and that someday's are worth five hundred words, others a thousand and others merely ten.
A good friend told me that the point is just to write.