I consider my self a writer. At the core of who I am, I'm a writer. Not a good one, never been published, no one even reads my writing. So how in the world do I consider myself a writer? Because at the end of the day, writing is what brings me joy. It brings me peace. I turn to pen and ink when I can't figure out life. Writing is a big chunk of my life. So having somewhere where I could present my passion to the world should thrill me, right?
It terrifies me. Because I've been writing for other people. The whole two people who may stumble across this blog in it's lifetime. And then I'd worry if my words were okay, if they presented right.
So I've given up.
From now on, I'm going to write. Simply write. And if no one ever reads it, I'm just fine with that. Because at the end of the day, I have to write. And this is a place to do it.
This is a new journey. To really write. To explore on this journey.