Five Minute Fridays are back! Today’s prompt is: Choose. Go.
What does it mean to choose? How much of who we are is a choice? How much of what we are was determined before we were born? I’ve been fascinated by those questions for as long as I can remember. I am a daughter, a sister, a cousin. But I am also an artist, a book lover. I have a fondness for horses. My grandmother was a librarian & my mother always has a book. They have no idea where my interest in art came from, except that my birthmother painted. My father grew up on a farm, though he doesn’t ride much. My birthfather was in a rodeo. I don’t know where my desire to write comes from, maybe from a love for books. There’s something cathartic about choosing to share your thoughts & feelings with the world.
Stop.
Lovely piece. You’ve pulled in pieces of your life that were not your choices, but yet you have made choices that have found important meaning in your life.