“Like freshly cut roses,Kamand Kojouri
I place life in a vase…
Last month, I wrote a post on questions I wish I had asked my parents. When one reader commented that she was glad to read a personal post from me, I was miffed. I admit that I do write informational posts, but there’s a lot of personal stuff that I share on this blog. She explained that for the first time she was reading a lot of details about my life, she didn’t know of. Hmmm…I wasn’t happy still. Then I wrote a post on 55 Things I’m Grateful For – having completed 55 years in 2020. And while I was writing it, I found myself sharing a lot more things about my life. And now this has been bugging me, leading me to ask myself a lot of questions.
Do my readers want information or do they want to know more about me? Who am I writing for? What if I started writing a memoir? Would anyone read it? But wouldn’t the writing itself be wonderful exercise for me?
Freshly Cut Roses
What if I treated the events of my life like freshly cut roses and placed them with love into writing? Remember, freshly cut roses have thorns. So while I could share all the wonderful memories and life experiences I’ve had, writing a memoir would require me to present the ‘thorns’ too.
In this year of ‘Yes’ I’m asking myself if I have the courage to start sharing more deeply from my life.
This post was written for Kate Motaung’s Five Minute Friday prompt – Fresh.