Happy 11/1/11 y’all, where has the year gone? Two months from today my youngest will turn 8 and we’ll be starting a brand new year. Time flies…

So after the semi-fail of last month’s 31 Days blog series where I missed roughly 10 posts in the middle of the month, my masochistic streak is rearing its ugly head and I’m going to try another straight 30 days of posting. Seriously. I must be nuts.

I’m supposed to write about my favorite part of writing. I’ve written since I was a little kid, stories, poems, journals, on the school paper and all that sort of led me to blogging. Even when my blog sits here dormant for weeks or months I still write. It doesn’t always get published and sometimes I feel like the Queen of Drafts but, I still can’t help that there are times I feel pulled to write even if it never gets finished.

My favorite part of writing is probably the therapeutic aspect. I can pour my emotions out on to a page and feel almost immediate relief. I can brain dump and feel lighter and more clear. When I am stressed I write lists of everything that needs to be done, for me that relieves my worry that I might forget something.

Every holiday starts with a group of lists. There’s the menu, the things I need to get done around the house and finally the menu broken down into a grocery list. Having those lists and checking things off relieves 85% of the stress of the holiday.

I know that writing a list isn’t the same as writing but I notice that even something as mundane as a list is a purging for me and thus no matter the form it takes writing always becomes a sort of therapy.

Just don’t get me into the scads of unfinished stories buried on my hard drive – that’s not therapy that’s a source of guilt!