” I was told by God to keep writing “-Boutzie’

Do you often go back and look at keepsake items that you have collected over the years?  Or am I the only one who does that at 24? You never know how much power a keepsake can have until you come across it in later years.

For most of my life, I have kept a journal. It did not matter if it was a composition book or spiral notebook; I had something. I always needed to write on something to get out everything that was bottled up.  From doodling on important pieces of mail to dribbles in my bible. Again, it did not matter because what was in my head got out into the universe.

I spent my whole life so far writing. Jotting down clever lyrics, poems and short stories. I even spend time writing about myself on a more personal level. A level in which I have not been ready to share with the world until recently. I find myself clawing away at the very notation of that. Is it time to share “my” stories with the world? Or do I need more time?  The word time is funny because we often use time as a crutch to suppress what’s inside of us. The very thing that can change the world in which we live in.

My friend called time crept up on me the other night while I was going through my trunks. He had me sitting there, rereading old journals from moments in my life that I have overcome. I myself was laughing not because of the situations but because of the growth. In the midst of my darkness, there was so much life being spoken to me through me.

From a young age I knew I was destined for greatness. I always had this deep burning fiery passion running through my spirit.  It never went away even when I tried to suppress it.  It was there from the moment I was formed in my mother’s womb. From the time, I said my first word and took my first step.  It was there, and over the course of my 24 years on this earth I have documented it.

So I brought some new journals a couple months back. One for songs and poems. The other for my personal thoughts. And time is here with me again. Not as a crutch, but here to say it’s your time. Share because someone needs your passion to progress forward. They need your words of encouragement to make it through.

Keep writing, but start sharing.