Join us each week as we provide you with a quote (by a woman); and you let that quote inspire your written word! Allow it to lead your writing in whatever way works for you. And we mean that! Literally, wherever it leads you to write is wonderful, and perfect, and worthy of sharing! Share, share, share! Let yourself be inspired each week at That’s What She Said! Write on!!
- #1 rule: Have fun and be creative ♡
- Go find out what she said. Check out the other blogs linked up and show them some love.
- Don’t hold back! We want to read what you are writing.
- Okay, we do ask you to hold back ONLY if you are NOT following the rules. This link-up is for those who are inspired by the quote of the week. Get inspired!
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Thanks for sharing your “fun” with us! 😉 This week we asked you to choose your own quote, we cannot wait to see what you picked! SOURCE I’m kooky. I’m silly. I’m flawed. I’m slightly strange (or squirrelly?) I’m me. I wondered in the past am I that aberrant- why am I always singled out for being silly? “You’re silly, Dean!” Is that bad? Is it wrong? To want to laugh and make others laugh, could this be a flaw? There were times when I would withhold my silly. There were also times when I was surrounded by many, but felt alone. Something bizarre happened, I found out I wasn’t alone. I met someone who felt just like me. At first we both put up our guard, we only displayed our best traits. We grew closer. We laughed, we got silly, we shared our flaws. And then something even more bizarre happened… my flaws were now called beautiful scars were healed with love my silly was brilliant! We both let our guard down. We were free. Hours were (and are) spent talking, healing, loving, and caring. There is no longer a facade, the walls have come down. We all have flaws, quirks, oddities that weave us together and make a beautiful mess The older I grow, the more I know I’m not alone. The people who have always been there are still there and there are more people out there I need to know. They too are not perfect. We’re not perfect. We’re perfect enough. Yes, it’s true, I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you. If you’re out there 🙂
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