"I wouldn't date you," teased one of my friends.
I chuckled and replied, "Ouch. Why?"
"Because if it doesn't work out, you'll write about it!"
He's not wrong. The fastest way I've healed past hurts is by writing—pouring it all out on paper, typing the anger away until the heavy feelings in my chest are released and transformed into ramblings on the internet that somehow, sometimes, touches someone's life.
I was having a bad day until I received this heartwarming message this afternoon:
This moment reminded me why I fell in love with writing.
I've written about Ringo catching parvo when he was still a puppy (and me feeling so guilty about it), growing up in a broken family, moving on from my first heartbreak, quitting what I thought was my dream job in 30 days, learning how to write, realizing situationships aren't for me, slowly shedding my people-pleasing tendencies, healing my anxious preoccupied attachment, and even setting up my phone for productivity!
And I'll keep writing about what's next.
I'll write when I'm happy and heartbroken. When I feel grateful and when I feel awful. When I'm on top of the world and when I'm in the darkest times of my life.
After all, everything is material.
“Nothing bad can happen to a writer. Everything is material.”
― Philip Roth