I long to write. It’s something that has simmered just beneath the surface for as long as I can remember. I dipped my pen a few times, but it’s always fizzled out. I’m realizing that writing is like a dance with flow and starts and stops. But it takes practice. So I’m here. Practicing.
I will do my best to real and honest, because I believe anything less is a lie. I’ll likely make mistakes and have people disagree with me and that’s ok. I’m a real person striving to be ok with being real.