I’ve spent the last year thinking about writing, but not actually doing it.
I decided a while back that I wasn’t going to make decisions based on fear anymore. But I’ve discovered that decision is way easier to make than it is to live out. Because the things I’m afraid of are scary. And I don’t always realize when fear is driving my decisions.
The truth is, I haven’t been writing because I am afraid. Afraid people won’t read. Afraid they will. Afraid it will seem like I think I know everything. Afraid it will be revealed that I don’t actually know anything. Afraid I won’t have time. Afraid.
But I love to read and I love to write, and this is the outlet available to me. So I will think my thoughts and I will (hopefully) set aside time to force those thoughts into letters and sentences and paragraphs, and I will send them out bravely into this weird world.
I have a plan, but I can’t promise to be consistent. I can only promise to be honest, and safe, and that the small corner of the internet with my name on it will be positive and kind, which is kind of nice.