If Mondays swell is non-existent then Tuesdays swell just simply isn’t.
Wednesdays swell is crummy chop. Thursdays swell is wind blown slop.
Fridays swell is on the rise.
Saturdays swell is packed with guys.
But though Sundays swell is perfect and jacking…
Once again Monday will be surely lacking.
This was scribbled on the back of my journal in my writing class.
Value of Writing
I started my blog for a wide variety of reasons. It was created during an extremely down period of my life. Looking back, the positive nature of my blog and the lessons were not really written solely to help others. It was also written to help myself.
I needed to remind myself about my struggles and the things that I had overcome. I also had to remember the wonderful things that I had experienced. So I wrote out my stories at a time when I felt like a mere shell of the person that I was once was.
My writing was my life line.
Recently, my sister came to my house with her family and this lead to some cleaning of my hacienda. During the activities, I stumbled upon a green notebook that was worn out and scribbled with phrases and names of beaches. It was my folder from my Creative Writing class.
My school days were not so sunny. I have posted a few of my tales from school. We will just say that I was a bit of a handful. I was heading full speed towards either dropping out or not graduating on time. My future was looking dismal.
Thankfully, something was at work inside of me. I was sick and I was miserable and I knew the biggest problem in my life was not the people I spent my days cursing. I knew the one common denominator for my problems was me. I had one choice and it was something I could not do for years. I had to work and work hard to change. But I lacked a spark to get the fire going. That was until I was asked to work with Mrs. Phillips.
Then I was presented with something that I had never been given in school and that was the opportunity to just write. To write stories, to write my feelings, to make up stupid and silly things. Nothing was off the table. I was given a voice.
Reading my journal was an interesting experience. I could see how angry I was and how I would occasionally suggest something to push Mrs. Phillips buttons but she never cracked. In fact, she would just write funny retorts to my off beat suggestions.
Finally, at the end of my journal she wrote me a note. A very heartfelt note telling me that she felt that I had a wonderful talent for writing.
Words that provided me with the ingredients to transform myself to being a better person. By the next year, I was once again in a class with Mrs. Phillips and I would later win the Literary Award for Creative Writing.
So to the teachers, coaches, trainers, and great business mentors out there; you never know what kind of impact that you are having on someone.
I wonder how many of my readers have been able to pin point how a certain person has changed their direction in life? What did they do to impact you so greatly?