Way back when it became a thing for me, hidden away for the longest time,

I wasn’t a diary keeper, tho’ maybe I should have been, would have found the therapy all the earlier maybe,

Should I write? Why would I? It’s good for what?

A path and an outlet and therapeutic effect for sure, writing has, has for me been a way to consider and think and develop ideas out loud, like now,

Now as I look back and look here and look forward, this simple exercise a way for me to let it all out, share it all out, searching for the whys, aren’t we all?

That’s the other side of the prescription for what ails, this life that ails us all at times,

Some (most?) choose to keep it in, the writing, maybe burning the pages in sacred rite as their past chapters close,

As for me though,

Sharing it out, if maybe it prompts another in a better direction, so worthwhile,

Indeed, it’s the others that motivate me, it’s the quiet or even ernest word of acknowledgement and really,

Even if only my kids and theirs, when then look back, a link to the past and a write path to the future, and to me and my sometimes quirky way,

Write for both, write for all, for ALL,

GOOD.