Mar 1, 2011

of writing...

Writing. Is such a major part of who I am yet I have precious little to show for it.

I write (almost) every day for work but I don't write, for myself anymore.

My writing is very personal. When I say personal, I don't mean it's all about me, myself and my alter ego. I mean, for me to write about something, I have to feel passionately enough. And therein lies the problem.

I've been avoiding my feelings for a while now because facing them was too overwhelming too handle. My strong front has simply been a false bravado in the face of just not knowing what else to do.


I think I’m ready now…to write and to babble, unnecessarily and without word limit.

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