What It Really Means to Be Real

When I first created this blog, I did it because I wanted my writing to move people. To connect with people on an emotional level. I wanted to write differently than I did on my last blog that I had for 5 years. I wanted my posts to be more than just me venting about work, or theorizing about guys, or even just sharing my travels. I wanted to inspire young women, or anybody really, to dare to live a fearlessly authentic life.

What I’ve discovered, however, is that after just 3 posts I have already sunk into the same pattern that I did with my previous writing, and in turn have defeated my entire purpose for starting this blog. Let me explain. Keep on reading!

Deep Waters

I feel everything. A bundle of nerves sensitive to the touch, the exposed vulnearablity feeling raw in the open air. I don’t even know what to call the emotions I feel aside from frustration and desire and false hopes and shame. I just know that I feel too much yet not enough but what I feel is wrong and I would be strong and move on, but I can’t. Keep on reading!