Welcome, friends.

I’ve deleted. Republished. Deleted. Debated. Republished. Deleted again..Putting my thoughts on the web is so daunting to me— will people be touched by my words? Will they think I’m crazy? Am I even articulating this thought well? Do they get the message? Can they feel the same passion reading this that I felt when I wrote it?Will they laugh at me?These and a thousand more thoughts just like them race through my brain every time I dare reach for the keyboard.I’ve written and deleted I don’t know how many things.. thoughts, poems, observations..

I deleted them because I was afraid.

Afraid of failure. Afraid of what people would think. Afraid I’d never be good enough. Afraid no one would even want to read what I had to say...

But those closest to me keep pushing me to share.
So here it is again.
Republished for the world to see and for the world to scrutinize.
My heart. My feelings. My emotions.
I write— not for content or applause.
I write what I feel in the moment.
It’s how I’ve always coped with emotions to large for me to carry.
I write them down. So the weight is then on paper rather than on my heart.

If you’d like to share a seat with me as I show you a glimpse inside my introverted, tumultuous brain, the invitation is open.
Just be warned my opinions are strong and my emotions are reckless. I’m a feeler through and through.

Welcome, friends.