Write Makes Right

A Write Frame of Mind

Nearly every morning for only the past year and a few months, I take several minutes in the morning to write words of gratitude and affirmation.

It’s a practice I look forward to and miss not having on the days when I wake up late or lose track of time.

It has reignited my interest in writing again. If even for those few moments, I make connection to my thoughts and my self.

It’s reminded me that the power, the might, behind my words helps me frame my thoughts and write what’s in and on my mind.

So, it’s not true that might makes right.

But write makes might, and might makes right.

For the past couple of weeks since starting this Substack and my podcast, I’ve become more motivated to write and to right that connection that writing makes.

While chaos of the world happens all around me, I’m not sure what’s real. I can’t discern what are facts and what has been a multi-decades long propaganda campaign.

What’s right?

Retreating into my own mind is where I wrestle with my own truths. What used to be a hellscape of untruths has now become a safe haven of truths.

Writing. Using my words has been an act of resistance. My mind, like that closet aforementioned, can return to its cluttery, chaotic corner if I let it.

But writing helps me organize the piles of memories while I sort through what’s meaningful and what’s meaningless.

Writing is a therapy. It’s a gift I’ve been given, and one I gave myself.

It may be my superpower, my words are what frees me to think and speak.

I write with the might of emotions and passion I feel. I write with the might of the compassion I have. Write makes might.

I write because I want to.

I write because it’s how I first learned to express myself, when using my voice was not an option.

But now my voice is an option.

I write down, and I speak up.

Using words.

Words matter.

Words are mightier.

Write makes might, and might is all right.