My name is Stormi, I call myself a writer, among other things. Others call me things, too. You may read my heart & mind dripping off the pen and like what you see. You may have a comment or two to share. You may hate my bold and uncensored way of thinking. Either way, by reading, you make me what I always said I was, a writer.I have a saying on the wall in my office at home that I saw in a magazine or somewhere years ago. It reads, “In a burst of brilliance, with colorful imagination, and an explosion of vision, why would you write your story in shades of gray?” It put in to words the exact way I felt about many aspects of my life. Many times I have been called a workaholic, a perfectionist, a dreamer, too deep, and many other things that I won’t go into. Throughout my lifetime, I have been told not to work so hard and not to try so hard, and other things along those lines. The truth of the matter is that giving my all to whatever I do is one of the only things I have ever thought that I had control of. To do something, anything, halfheartedly just doesn’t make sense to me. If it isn’t something I can give my all to or for, then it isn’t something I deserved to do or to have and if it isn’t worth giving your all for, then you shouldn’t be doing it in the first place. I have had many “jobs” and have done many things “career-wise”, many of which I could see no value or purpose in, while others I felt I had accomplished something. I am not saying that everything I ever gave my all to was the right thing, but I gave it my all, nonetheless. All of this was said because, of all the things I have done in my life, writing has remained my consistent friend. Whether in rage, despair, joy, confusion, love, pain, excitement, sharing, or just letting it out, writing has helped me to live and has helped me cope since I was a child. Perhaps, sharing what I have written will help someone else to live a better life on this journey home.Psalms 45:1 My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
