Just Write Something

Blogging Friends.... Thank-you for your lovely words of encouragement on the other day's post!! I needed them!! And I treasure every single word!! I even gained a new Friend along the way!! To Christina. For a first-time commenter, your words were so very sweet!! You did not have to do that. But thanks!! I think I love you!!

"I am a writer, an artist who paints pictures with words.".

This I've repeatedly assured myself as mood swing-infused pity parties continuously haunt me, strumming away certain emotions, thoughts and feelings like some electric guitar. Nothing else matters. I do not need to attend college in pursuit of an important and meaningful occupation such as a pediatrician's career. Minuscule is good. I do not need to become a published author. Because.  

"I am a writer, an artist who paints pictures with words.".

Then--quite routinely--mood swing-infused pity parties crank up the amplifier, strumming away certain emotions, thoughts and feelings with even more power.

"I am a writer, an artist who paints pictures with words.".

This morning, as I felt mood swing-infused pity parties turn up the volume on certain emotions, thoughts and feelings, this scene from "Iron Man 3" reappeared in my head. It occurred when Tony Stark was suffering from yet another anxiety attack. And Harley calmly talked him out of it. {Uh. I think my unreliable memory got it correctly!!}   

"You're a mechanic, right?" --Harley

"Yeah." --Tony Stark

"You said so." --Harley

"Yes, I did." --Tony Stark

"Well, then why don't you just build something?" --Harley

"Okay." --Tony Stark

Then, suddenly, I felt God ask me this question.

"You are a writer. You're an artist. Why don't you just write something?".

Wait. Did God just use my words against me?!

Ironically, I seemingly haven't the time just now to write any stories about Rose, so they shall wait. However. Today is October 11th. There's something very special and significant about this date. It is my dear, dear friend/pen-pal, Amber's birthday. She was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis at the tender age of eight. And, sadly. On September 27th, 2008, Amber passed away at age 19. She was such a faithful friend!! Amber wrote me notes when her eyesight began to fail before going blind, while physically disabled and trached. And she never whined or complained in any of my letters. What an example. Amber would have been 25 years old today, if not for her M.S. . I wonder. I wonder where Amber's existence would be right now if she were still alive? Hmmm. Or if that evil M.S. had never even affected her, where would she be? I do know one thing for certain. Our paths never would have become intertwined if not for the M.S. . See. Amber became my pen-pal on account of her disease. She needed a friend. Now Amber resides in Heaven. She was a lover of animals, and I am certain that my special friend is watching over Shadow Sunshine for Jesus. Ah, Amber. I still miss you....

Now. As I "just write something"--for my mental/emotional well being--Rose stories will come!! I promise!!