Once Upon A Time!

I have always loved to write, and of course to read as well. But my biggest problem came when it was time to share what I wrote. I always felt that it may not be good enough, or someone may make fun of it. I was just plain afraid. Than came my sister and my biggest fan. I dared to show her something that I wrote and she loved it. I was surprised, but than I wrote it off as my little sister always worshipping everything I do. I tried to write something else, and still she loved it. This went on for a few years until she began telling me that she loved what I was writing and wanted to read more.

I think that if it was not for her support I would not have been able and willing to share what I write with the world. Sometimes, you just never know where your strength will come from, and sometimes you just have to take a chance.

Now, I not only love to write and share my writing, I love to read, and you write your story. I believe that your story is your gift, and it is a special treat that you should share with the world. I am so passionate about it, that I am able to make it a joyful and healing experience.

Here is something I wrote in the middle of the night when I was forcing myself to stay awake because it was one of those moments that words had to be released. Please tell me what it means to you, and if you are generous enough to give an evaluation, it would be greatly appreciated.

Ok here it goes:

Upon the time of grace sat the space of disgrace. Once upon a time it sat and it wondered; why oh why what a beautiful day? It was upon that time that I was about to learn my first lesson. The lesson of the breaking heart.

What is the lesson of the breaking heart? I wanted to know. I wanted to explore, and I thought I would be able to easily survive it all. I was strong. I was determined. I was smart, and I was tough. Now, I already learned those lessons, and although they almost killed me, there I was!

Let me start over.

Once upon a time I was a little girl and that little girl was happy, then she was crushed, then she was crushed and devastated then she was transported to a faraway land in the wilderness of the wild wild east, also known as NYC.