I've pretty much been petrified of writing as long as I can remember. As soon as I would get a writing assignment in school my question would always be "what if I can sum it up in less pages than the minimum?" It literally kept me up at night. What the hell will I say and who cares anyway?
I think part of my fear come from the fact that I don't read nearly as much as I should and because of it my vocabulary is lacking. I wish that when I was younger, if my parents had been able to force me to do anything, it would have been to read more and take dance class (I still fantasize about being a dancer). That being said I've decided to give this writing thing a chance. My friends seem to think it will be therapeutic as well as help me get in touch with all the feelings I've been repressing for the 29 years I've been alive.
I've come to the conclusion that going through your 20's might be the most amazing and fucking confusing time of your life. You're in this really weird place where you're trying figure who you are, what you want, where you're going, where you've been and no one seems to have any of the answers you're looking for. Its crazy that on a daily basis I'm still learning things about myself I didn't know. I mean, how do I not know myself? One of the things I do know is that I'm the person who has to fall flat on my face and slide into the next wall before I really learn my lesson. Yes of course I know the fire is hot but I still need to stick my hand in it to make sure. So I guess in a sense, this blog is to help me stay on the path to figuring it all out. Enjoy.