A New Day

It's been a while since I last posted here...

There are so many blogs out there, so many people with their own opinions being spread like a wild fire in a dry forest, I often feel intimidated by the thought of mine getting lost in the mire. Or, even worse, mine picking up steam and creating that strange mixture of positive blaze and all consuming, negative explosions. I work off the philosophy that no one is perfect, and I resent that some people feel the need to judge any one person's imperfections like they have none of their own. I also fear this. There is a lot of damage a person can do to another person's life, based off nothing but judgement alone. A lot of havoc to be wreaked, and such. So, knowing this, I let my anxiety get the better of me, instead of listening to my own heart and soul, listening to what would make me heal and feel good. I love writing. It makes me feel like I've gotten whatever is trapped in my heart out, even if the world is the one viewing it. I often fear, on top of this, that I'm not any good at writing, that I'm just being silly to think this could be good for me.

So, I refuse to let it affect me any longer. I refuse to let the doubt seep in and infect me with self-doubting disease. If I don't write well, I don't care. I am going to do what I enjoy. If my writings bring judgement upon myself, I don't care. I could be helping someone else with the same struggles, or revealing to someone else a new way of thinking to open their mind to empathy for another being. Or maybe I will get a lot of nasty comments. But I will never know if I don't live my truth and do what make me happy.

I hope to see you all around <3

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