i blog. i write about my feelings, thoughts, and the deepest, most vulnerable parts of me are exposed to the general public. it's mind-blowing, terrifying, exhilarating, and a little crazy all at once. i mean, anyone can see my writing.
it's a risk. people don't always like what you have to say. feelings can get hurt. what i write isn't always nice or beautiful. i'm just as prone to mistakes as everyone else. i can be hurtful and nasty. i can be ugly. i'm not perfect by any means. for that matter, i'm probably as imperfect as they come. so sometimes blogging comes back around and slaps me in the face.
but i can also be kind. and loyal. and funny. i can be uplifting or completely ridiculous. i can laugh at myself and my tantrums. i can discover the whys and hows of what i do. i can see my dreams and hopes take shape before me. and writing is an outlet for me. something that lets me be completely and totally honest with myself, even though what i think and feel changes every day. something that allows me to look back and chart how i've grown and learned.
the world can see what i write, and who i am.
i choose to make it so.
it's scary as hell.
but what makes it frightening also makes it great.
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2 comments:
amen, sister.
my favorite kinds of bloggers are just as you describe: real.
... just like you.
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