When I saw this week’s Food 4 Thought Friday prompt, I thought it would be a good idea to take up the challenge and talk about what pushes me to write. If you have been following up on my posts, then you already know a bit about my past and know that I grew up with a lot of siblings and not a lot of direction in my life. Writing was definitely not something I had intended to do with my life in the beginning. I was more the type to not have a plan for the future until about 5 minutes before it happened, which meant much of my free time was dedicated to playing video games as much as possible. It wasn’t that I didn’t care about what I would do, I just didn’t feel like I needed to worry about it at that moment.
For a few years after my enlistment ended, I felt like I had some understanding of life and what it was supposed to be, but much of it was still a great mystery to me, and no matter where I looked, or who I talked to, there was always something missing or a there would be a huge hole in their logic, or my logic.