I’ve always been compelled to write, which is why I’ve always had a space on the internet to blog– even if there were long spaces in between the posts. For a while I’ve had this internal struggle with sharing personal narratives, and people finding out about them that are looking at me from a professional perspective. I write from a place where, I want to be completely honest and get my message across– I couldn’t write if I had to start sugar coating things here. That’s not why I started this.
On that note, I don’t know what I want to do from here. This is something that’s been plaguing my mind since I got pregnant.
Of all the things to add to my list of worries while pregnant by a loser in a foreign country, what my blog will turn into was one of them? Yes. These are my priorities, ok? Ok.
Blogging is such an open and raw extension of my life– it’s my art. What I write, to me is clear and cut– but for someone who doesn’t really know me, it’s up for anyone’s interpretation. Much of what I’ve been going through internally for a while, has been rough and I did not want to turn my blog into a pity party. At the same time, I feel like I owe my blog (like how I make it seem like a living entity?) my most honest honesty. No matter how people may view it.
My truth has always been written only with intent to share my narrative, and hope someone who’s feeling like me at times to feel like they’re not alone. There’s some comfort in knowing that you’re not the only one that feels a certain way about things, and that’s what writing is for me.
So, where do I go from here?
Unrelated, ever since I decided to switch hosts from FatCow to WordPress, there’s been a broken image on my blog where my signature used to be. It’s driving me nuts and I apologize for it, I’ll try to get it back up as soon as I feel like cracking open my old computer to upload it to this host. And the laziness ensues..