I am decided to attempt to revive my blogging.
I swear that one of these days I'll get this daily writing routine down!
Except, I've been saying that since about the time I was 6/7 and went through a slew of diaries each with only 2-5 pages scrawled upon and half beginning with the oh-so-not-appropriate-appropriation: "I shall call you Kitty."
But writing does make me feel better in general.
Blogging has the unique and perverse problem that everyone can see it and no one does. I've never quite found a solution for this problem.
So often when I want to write I feel restricted by being unable to fully express my feelings knowing that the source or object could (and in some cases would) come across those unfiltered thoughts. And in real life I am almost never unfiltered, unpolitical, uncensored, unbiased.
The flip then is to express yourself, to put yourself "out there" and be exposed only to have the crushing realization that you continue alone in shadows despite your daring act of exhibition. Having worked up the gall to step into the spotlight you blink and squint through the glare and see only rows of empty red velvet seats.
And so it goes and so it goes. And I've yet to find that path that goes between.
