Conception

I've been kicking around the idea of starting a new blog. I've had one off and on for about 3 years. It had all the benefits of being anonymous with all the dangers of living among those who were also anonymous. It was many times a buffer, a sounding board, a place to vent, to cry, to brag, to live, to laugh and to make the kind of friends you don't get too many opportunities to make.

I miss seeing myself through the eyes of others. I miss feeling the sense of accomplishment for having captured a piece of beauty from my own life, that had I not recorded exactly how I did, would have been lost forever.

I am all about the randomness. I am not a grammar nazi, although, my grammar and spelling is in the moderate to good range. I think that HOW we say things is sometimes even more important than WHAT we say. And if you asked me before I started my blog, what I intended to write about, I'd have to ask you to wait until I posted it to ask me that again.

In short, I write what I know. The dance I call blogging is the art of seducing my mind, convincing myself to visit that place where what I hold on the inside feels safe enough to come out. There is beauty in raw, sometimes, so much more than in anything refined. I try not to overthink it. If it's meant to be, it will come out in one piece, and it will be coherent. And if you're meant to, you'll understand what I mean.