For me, running and writing are like shoes and socks; one without the other only gets you so far. When my body is in motion my mind soars. My heart is pumps oxygen and clear thoughts through my veins.

My approach has been to sit on my experiences for a few years. It’s fair to assume that I needed to disconnect from the emotion of them completely before I had a perspective that I felt I could write from. I’m an “in over my head” girl. A free-faller who waits until the last possible second to pull the ripcord. Jumping into the deep-end with both feet and worrying about how to get to safety only after I’ve exhausted myself. It looks reckless, but it’s just living. I take risks and in return I get those breathless moments we should all measure our life by. I wear my emotions on my sleeve and the only way I’ve known to protect myself is to take them off and put them in a box on a shelf. I don’t erase, or try to forget them, I just set them aside until I’m ready to remember them. Far away from the moments they happened in, and while still emotional, I’m able to do them justice having had time to process them. Filling in the blanks is the most fun; you sort of get to rewrite history and call it storytelling.

Categories: Scribing