I Struggle More Than I Thought I Would


I struggle to write.  I approach it the same way I do life; with caution, hesitation, and a handful of second guesses.  Rarely do I just let the words flow; agile fingers flying deftly across the keyboard, effortlessly writing sentence after sentence.  It is more of a slow and tentative approach.  Thoughts rush forth, ideas swirl, dip and twirl, then pull up short, stuck in a thick, muddy puddle of doubt.  I type, erase, rewrite, erase, repeat.

My words are my deepest thoughts presented to the world as a gift, and I want them to be perfect.  I want to wrap each blog post in the most delicately beautiful, stylish paper I can find so that my readers will take pleasure in slowly unraveling each piece before finally savoring the richly crafted work within.  My hope is that each person will do more than just skim over my words before moving on to the next post, because they are not just words.  They are a small pieces of me; whispers of my soul that long to reach out and connect with the world, to travel and wander with each reader that passes by.

So, if there are times when my blog posts seem few and far between, please know that I have not given up on writing.  It is more likely that I am wondering how to present the next piece of me in a way that will be most meaningful to you.  So thank you for reading, thank you for commenting, and thank you for being a part of something that is bigger than just words alone.