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Five Minute Friday: First


Five Minute Friday is a writing event that has writers spending five minutes writing on the same topic and then sharing them at http://katemotaung.com/five-minute-friday/. This week's word is First.

This is the first photo I took of Notre Dame, shortly after arriving by train in Paris. Standing on that bridge with its legendary locks, I felt hope arise in me for the first time in a very long time. There in a city that I had dreamed off traveling to, I felt amazed at how lucky I was to be there - to be seeing this wonderful place for the first time.

Firsts can be scary things. I remember the first time I wrote a Five Minute Friday post and wondered if I would receive any responses. To this day, I wonder about that for every post I write. That is why I often take big chunks of time off from writing here. I let the dark thoughts win and wonder if it is worth it. Even five minutes seems like a risk.

But after taking off this chunk of time, from Thanksgiving until today, I know that my first love is writing. I had an imaginary husband and told tales of our life together almost as soon as I could talk. Then I wrote tales about things like boys made of peanut butter. I even wrote probably some of the first ever fan fiction when I wrote scripts for The Big Valley. I've never been a big journal keeper but in my mind, I am constantly telling stories. And I want to put those stories down here in cyberspace. I hope to make people laugh, I hope to teach them things, and I hope to let people know that they aren't the first to experience the pain and excitement that a big life change can bring. I want to be the first person to perhaps put hope back into a person's life.

I hope in doing this, getting back to this space and putting my stories on this virtual paper, that every time I type, it will be as exciting as the first time I found my writing voice. I hope that it brings into my life more of that hope that I felt on that bridge in Paris, taking in the wonder of Notre Dame for the first time. And most importantly, I hope that I put God first in everything I do.
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  1. Rebecca KnoxJanuary 8, 2016 at 8:14 PM

    A lovely post! And, yes! God first in everything. That is the key! Have a blessed New Year!

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    1. AndreaJanuary 8, 2016 at 8:26 PM

      Thank you! I hope you have a wonderful 2016.

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