As long as I can remember I've had a lover affair with writing, and it started with love notes. When I was about six I would take a piece of note paper, and after applying mom's lipstick, would kiss it and scribble I love you. I'd hide them in the pocket of my mom's coat, her apron, and occasionally my dad's briefcase. My older siblings might have even gotten one, but I can't be sure. I don't know why I wanted to do it, but I do recall the joy of when they found them. That's why today I still send notes to friends, even if they live nearby. The art isn't lost on me. It's also the reason why I still have a blog, and why I started the series "Why I Wild". It's my virtual love note expanded.
I love stories, whether I'm creating them or sharing journeys of others. I love the connection it brings, because right now I've never felt more disconnected. Sure, there's social media, but it's a false sense of unity. A "like" doesn't have value, yet so many view it as worth currency. The younger generation thrives on follows and clicks where I am more thrilled to meet in real life for coffee and conversation. In person you have no filters, nothing you can hide behind. The internet is your highlight reel, but I'm more interested in what you don't post. Somehow we've become more interested in the showmanship of life than the actual man.
I encourage everyone to connect more, chat with your neighbor, the person behind you in line at the grocery store, the cashier, etc. It's through these connections, even if brief, we learn more about the world. Let them be a part of your story, and not only a post. And if you ever want to meet for coffee and tell me your story, I'm your gal.