Writing is my ideal way to communicate, with myself and with others.

Writing reveals to me what I think and leads me to think further; in untangling and structuring my thoughts, making me dissect them fully, it generates more thoughts, new ideas. Writing is my favored method for conveying my outlook to someone else. I direct my creativity towards my writing and release my imagination in it. I reflect on experiences in writing, whether for recording a moment or trying to understand one. Writing affects the way I process experiences even as they are happening, prompting me to immerse myself more fully, to take notice.  It keeps the priorities of greatest importance at the forefront of my mind, urging me to research, learn, seek, connect, and accomplish.

I compose each sentence with the ambition of crafting art. There are moments of delight and discovery interspersed with moments of frustration and difficulty. Interacting with thoughts and experiences, choosing the words, taking them away, moving them around, and deeming them adequate is a union of torment and joy.

Sometimes I write words that are reserved for myself and hidden away, occasionally discarded. In these cases, the process is the priority - the sorting things out, the thinking things through, the making sense in reflection - rather than the final arrangement of the words. Sometimes I write words for others, which intensifies the entire process. The thoughts must be clearer, the experiences more engaging, the words more carefully selected. I know the power words hold; in both the writing of them and the reading of them, words are able to carry incredible good. It is my hope that in sharing words I will be sharing good.