Journal - Click-Clack

I asked myself while my respiratory system rapidly fired like a machine gun, power hiking up the mountain, swinging my arms upward generating power forward a step at a time.

Why do I write?

What brings me to this point of putting so much time into writing?

Why am I sharing my words publicly, who cares to read them?

Another piece of me inside loves to write; making the writing even more lovable. I find myself writing every day like the ultra runner, teacher, dad, husband, son, brother, friend, and writer I am, making it a priority as the invocation to starting my day.

Loving something because you love the person who loves that something is love. It’s a practice of creating the most mesmerizing piece of art using colorful words for the universe to consume.

The ritual turns to a practice and connection with myself - tuning to a deeper level - using my fingers that click-clacking away like their paintbrushes creating art and magic.

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