Although this blog makes it pretty clear that I love nail polish, my passion for writing makes it pale in comparison.
Since a very young age, I gravitated toward the written word – the pen is far mightier than the sword.
Even before I learned how to write, my mom said that I used to scribble on paper and pretend that I was writing.
When I learned the alphabet in kindergarten and couldn’t read or spell yet, I was already playing around with the different letters at home.
Without any prompting or encouragement from my parents, I remember writing down letters in different combinations at home. Then I’d show my made-up words to them and ask, “Is this a word?” Nope!
Then something amazing happened, and I’ll never forget it. One day, my mom looked at what I had written and said, “Yes, that is a word!” She was clearly as surprised as I was!
Anxious to find out what I had randomly spelled, I asked, “What does it say?”
“Family.” My mom said.
Sure, it could just have been by chance that I spelled that word, but I interpreted that as a special sign for me to always appreciate my family, even if there were many dysfunctional things about it.
Through good times and bad times, writing has always been my passive psychologist. It’s cathartic and creative. Even if I sometimes get writer’s block, I still enjoy the process of recording thoughts, whether it’s on paper or on the computer.