“They had forgotten to look for the beauty hidden deep inside moments of velveteen imperfection …A In a life well lived, that is where the beauty is.”
Lara Alspaugh, “Where the Beauty Is”
Since I can remember, I have always wanted to be a writer. There is always a journal beside my bed, my words tucked deeply inside the pages. Pen and paper have been a safe place for me to be honest with myself in ways I perhaps struggle to be honest in the daylight. In fact, I often do not know what I think or how I feel about something until I’ve written about it.