My husband and I went out to dinner and we perused a couple of bookstores afterward.
I know. The irony is staggering. I worked all day today in a bookstore only to go spend 2-3 more hours in some others!
Indeed, after the incredible day I had at work and the staggering metrics I somehow churned out in sales, it only goes to show I’m a true bibliophile at heart.
What made this night more incredible is I stumbled upon an open mic night where a group was gathered, reading poetry.
Folks, I have NEVER read a single poem of mine in front of anyone. Ever. I just marched right up there and did it. In fact, I have rarely shared my poetry. This year a poem I wrote was published in Firefly Magazine. That was also a first.
Poetry was my first love. I tend to write organically, so the emotional elements of my poems are often raw and blazing, no matter how long ago they were written.
Though nervous, the reactions I saw in the faces of those strangers was quite affirming.
This is what it is all about, folks. Passion, purpose, and being brave enough to grab onto your dreams with both hands.
And don’t you ever let go.
Happy National Poetry Month!