This is Me: Not Hiding

The last few days have been clumsy. Me, being awkward. Saying strange things to the important people in my life. I've been walking around feeling like I'm offending. . .  somebody. Anybody. People I love, people I admire. Are my words not processing well? Did I slip in the wrong filter? Do I have a … Continue reading This is Me: Not Hiding

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Why Write?

I need to write. I know I need to do this. I always feel better afterward. It's like exercise. It feels inconvenient, at first. When starting, all the insecurities rise up. The self-deprecating thoughts move in. I wonder what people's responses will be: good, bad, or worse - nothing. All my words may fall into the … Continue reading Why Write?