Returning to the journey

It has been a long time since I have been here. It is not that I have been away from my creative self. In fact I have been there a lot.
I just completed a writing class: Writing Your Story. It was a 30 day on line writing class with daily writing prompts. I went into the class with some trepadition. I have neglected my writing for some time and just didn't seem to be able to set pen to paper and be happy with the results.
But Lynda's prompts turned out to not only be fun but they triggered other wonderful memories as well.
The class has come to an end. I miss it already. It is sort of like passing first grade. I didn't want that to end either. I wanted to stay in 1st grade with Mrs. Gray and that familiar room I just knew Miss Andreson would not and could not be as good as Mrs. Gray.
I remember not wanting to go home that last day of class. Mrs. Gray asked me what was wrong as most kids could hardly wait for summer vacation to start. I shared my feelings with her. She smiled. Holding my hand she gently explained that it wouldn't be fair to me to keep me there for another year. It wouldn't be fair because I had learned what I could from her in first grade. That I was ready to learn new things. That I was ready to go on. That Miss Andreson was full of wonderful things to share with me.

I know this is much the same. I learned what Lynda was teaching and I am ready to go on.
I can do this without daily teaching.

I have begun working on a life journal with writings, pictures and small sketches. I will use some of my writngs from the class also.
This seems to be a perfect time. Winter is not far off and demands on my time will be fewer.

I am looking forward to these creative times. It is part of who I am. My writing is the journey to myself. I am a writer, I am an artist, I am so many things. They all come together to make the whole of me. I will enjoy the journey to getting to know myself better.
Come along.