An Impromptu Creative Writing Exercise about My First Year of Motherhood
I decided to write about the age that matched the number of dollars I had in my wallet
I should really be studying for my exam on Saturday. The funny thing is, learning about Medical Billing and Coding doesn’t quite take the sting of loneliness away like writing about my feelings does.
The one good thing to come from my divorce, as far as this platform goes, is I don’t get hung up on the little things (insecurities and what-ifs) anymore. Drastic times call for drastic measures. That’s why I can confidently say, now, I write until my heart is content — or until I need to stop and study for a while.
Then, I’ll take another break to write some more.
It was on one of those homework breaks that I looked in my wallet to see what I was workin’ with for the week. In the painful silence that is any space without my kids in it these days, the thought came to me — what if I connect the twenty-seven dollars I have to when I was twenty-seven for shits and giggles?
It sounded like another fantastic way to distract myself from mourning a brutal vacancy.
