Sometimes, just these recent years, I feel as though I’m hiding in plain sight. My world is compartments. I have the real estate compartment. The dog-mom compartment. The “I do CrossFit” compartment. The “good friend to my girlies” compartment.... And, there’re the little spaces I really don’t want to admit. I don’t want them to be seen. They are the compartments filled with my short-comings; my failures; my weaknesses. In there lie monsters. I’m writing this because I can’t keep it to myself anymore, yet I am fearful of sharing with friends. I’ve tried to explain this to my loved ones; my mom; my sister; friends. I’ve been disbelieved, shamed, abandoned, even lied about, but rarely have I been supported or believed. So I lay my truths here in this tomb of digitalization, knowing I’ve finally spoken it somewhere, even if only to electrons and silent technology. I think that my community doesn’t believe me because,...
My creative outlets have all dried up, it seems. I think I may be searching for new places to scratch in some ideas. Le Voila! A solution! My blog is born.
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