|Me, journaling in an olive grove in northern Italy, 2017|
I am a good writer. Why this continually surprises me, I do not know, but it does.
My words set me aright, comfort me, inspire and encourage me.
I don't know if my writing helps anyone else, but I do know it is there for me when I need it, like a trusted friend who completely understands and knows just what to say.
It's a rather remarkable thing when your own creation stuns you.