""Starting my own blog is something I've wanted to do for years. Writing is one of my favourite things but spelling and grammar is something I've always found difficult. I'm a bit scared to put myself out there."A conversation that almost broke my heart.
- A quote (used with permission) from one of the sweetest email conversations I've ever had."
If you love to write, always write. Words are wonderful. They're powerful. The right words, in the right order, at the right time can be life changing. Life saving even. For both the reader and the writer. Fall in love with language. Play with words. Get lost inside them. Arrange them in different ways, create sentences with entirely new meanings. Discover new words. And don't worry about spelling everything correctly immediately, or about where that comma needs to go. Because those are things that can be fixed later.
Your words might make a difference to someone, somewhere. And even if it's only for a few seconds, it meant something. Maybe they'll mean something to someone for the rest of their lives. They'll carry them with them, remembering them during happy times, sad times, or times when they need to be reminded that they're not alone. But they'll also mean something to you. They will be a visible reminder of you, who you were and what you were feeling at that precise moment in time. And it won't really matter if you used 'their' instead of 'there'. Because that wasn't the most important part. What was important is that it meant something. In that moment. Forever.
Never be afraid to write. Even if it's just for yourself. Especially if it's just for yourself. Your words are yours. And you know what? Sometimes it's fun to forget the rules. To stick two fingers up at them and make your own rules.
Because after all, missing out on what you have to say is infinitely worse than whether that comma is in the right place.
- Jennie xo
*Shout out to my berol handwriting pen. It's my favourite because without it my handwriting is atrocious. And when I inevitably get ink all over my hands, face (don't ask) and clothes - it's washable! Also, the day in primary school when the teacher decided my handwriting was nice enough in pencil to be allowed to use pen was the best ever! Ahh memories...