Two of a kind

Meeting with a friend and fellow author yesterday, was as always an enjoyable and refreshing interlude. Sharing much in common, both of us being driven by our respective campaigns that take up much of our daily lives; joining forces, it’s a wonderful energetic exchange of thoughts and ideas. We have both come up against similar issues being somewhat in the public’s eye, and writing from personal experience about topics, that let’s face it, most of us would rather not know or think about, can on occasion catch people off guard. Writing about one’s personal life with the intention of letting the world read what you have to say, takes strength of conviction. Hoping that someone somewhere who is struggling with the same issues will gain comfort and support, realising they are not alone, is the sole reason for baring one’s soul. There is no gain  – merely the reward of feeling that one is contributing something of value and purpose, and not wasting life on immaterial self-centred concerns of our modern day world. Speaking for those who cannot speak; writing about topics that most cringe about, laying everything on the table for open and honest discussion, is what we do best. However, I had to laugh as she walked in carrying the identical handbag to mine; I guess we’re two of a kind!