This morning, while reflecting on my last unpleasant visit to a doctor, I wrote a letter in my journal as a way to work through my frustration. A letter I wish I could send to every ‘checked out’ healthcare provider.
This morning I had a beautiful experience. I’d just finished watching TV when I decided to get up, put my teacup in the sink, and start the day. I walked to the window to look out over the reservoir behind my home, and just as I did, I saw two white swans lift up off the water.
Ever since I was twelve years old I've called myself a writer. The title felt legit. I didn't need to publish a book or have a byline in a magazine. As far as I was concerned, the fact that I kept a journal and wrote in it nearly every day gave me license to call myself a writer.