One of my goals for 2014 is to write more honestly about my life in this space.
Right now, a lot of my energy is going into working on myself.
While that may sound all new age-y and gooey, I promise you that it’s not. Not gooey. Not fuzzy. And not as fun as say, watching an Orange is the New Black marathon.
For a girl whose primary purpose over the past 48 years has been to feel good, let’s just say I’m in a major adjustment phase.
Writing honestly about my life doesn’t mean I don’t have at least three to four more good posts about my missing Aunt Flo. Believe me. I do. We haven’t even touched on adult onset acne and hot flashes from the very depths of Hell.
It doesn’t mean I’m not going to post about scrapbooking, because I’m actually really good at scrapbooking.
But it does mean I’m going to occasionally write about stuff that is less shiny because it’s taking up a huge chunk of my mental space right now.
I have appreciated the comments and feedback on recent posts. I may not respond to every comment, but I read them all and I thank you for your thoughtful commentary.
Putting vulnerable stuff out there doesn’t mean I have thicker skin than you. Believe me, I don’t.
I’m just trying to get to some truth as to the hows and whys of my own life and because I love to write, I share them here.
But it also means that when I find myself feeling afraid to write what I really want to write, more than ever it’s time to hit the post button and try to lose my fear of judgment.
Because operating from a place of fear will f@#k you up. It’s okay if everyone doesn’t like me.
I have enough I’m working on without adding that to the pile.
Thank you for reading.