Cheaper Than Therapy
I recently enrolled in a six week memoir writing workshop at one of my local library branches. Every week we have a writing assignment which is strictly voluntary. There is no pressure to share with the class what you have written.
On our first day of class, we were asked by the instructor why we joined the class. Oh boy! When it came to my turn, here came the water works. This past week I read my writing assignment before the class. Here we go again. Into the forth paragraph, tears started flowing. I'm such a cry baby!
The women and one man in our group are kind, understanding people who tried to comfort me when they heard the pain in my voice. They are a nonjudgmental group who all have, sometimes, sad stories to tell.
After my reading, I felt so good and cleansed from an event in my life that was so difficult to experience. I'm ready now to conquer my next assignment for next week.
Hope there will be no more tears.