Daily commitment

Writing is becoming like breathing to me.  As I venture into the commitment of writing being part of my daily routine, I am learning that something I feared is the way to new life.  If I am truthful, I have always been a writer.  It started as soon as I learned how to form letters into words.  Spelling has been an issue from the beginning, but it never stopped the flow of thoughts to paper.  Bits of papers, scraps of notes, snippets of stories long forgotten surfaced in the boxes from my mother's house.  The words written in a childish hand reminded me of how much I loved to write.
   Over the years as education accumulated, writing was reduced to papers and exams.  As children arrived the writing task became more utilitarian as lists for groceries and errands littered the kitchen counter.  Somewhere in the hustle and bustle of the every day business of life, the writing got pushed to the side. Writing became a chore not a pleasure because at the end of the day it was one more thing to do and the energy and enthusiasm for it were gone. The stories stayed inside my head, and after while they started to fade.  The characters, tired of being ignored, trundled off to other places.  I missed them, only I didn't realize it for quite awhile.
    Only recently have they started to return.  Now, because I have committed myself to writing daily the stories are starting to return with a cast of characters to entertain and amuse me.  Due to technical difficulties this weekend, I missed a day of posting.  Instead of getting out my trusty journal and pen, I went to sleep secretly relieved of the responsibility of writing. The next day did not unfold well.  As I look back, I think it is in some part related to not putting pen to paper or fingers to keys.  A lesson learned, writing is a daily joy and necessary to my well-being.  Hmmm.....
    Thanks for reading these posts and being part of the joy.