When I need to sort out emotions, I write. I look back into some notebooks and am amazed at the feelings that explode from them. I don't always remember the catalyst behind the page, but usually I do. Because it was important enough to write about.
I write to remember and reflect. Oh, I write the usual to-do lists. There's a certain satisfaction in drawing a line through those to-dos. But the most important remembers that I write are those things I want to go back and savor again. Special moments. Special people. Special emotions. They need to be saved and brought back out again in moments of despair or crisis.
I write for fun. I love playing with words and styles. I try out poetry. I write in my dog's voice (Hence the title, Coffee With Chloe), I write with my students (how can I assign something I haven't tried myself?).
I write to share. I share my writing with students. I write in front of them and I provide mentor texts. I share my blog with others online. Not because I think I'm so wonderful, but because writing about my experiences allows me to connect with others and we create shared experiences.
I write because it's part of who I am.
I wouldn't be me.
I wouldn't know me,
if I didn't write.