A wonderfully paranoid first blog. Wish I could write as eloquently. Says what we all think
That’s right. I said it.
Blogging scares me.
This blog, this place that was created to be a bright and shiny window to my deepest, innermost thoughts, was born almost a month ago. And I have yet to make and publish* one single post.
*publish being the key word. I’ve written thousands in my head.**
**only slightly exaggerated.
It’s not that I haven’t been laughing. Or loving. And Lord knows I’ve been eating. Life has still been happening here. And it has been (mostly) wonderful.I am 100% sure that this severe-lack-of-posting funk has nothing whatsoever to do with me having nothing to say, but rather everything to do with the irrational, unexplainable, cold sweat/makes-me-want-to-puke/sudden-loss-of-brain-funtion inducing fear that I am met with each and every time I put my fingers to the keys.
After spending a few weeks believing that I was clinically insane and needed to be medicated…
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