I have been censoring myself. I have not been saying what I really want to say because I’m afraid of who will read it or what they will thing. It drives me insane. I miss the days of not caring. I used to say whatever I wanted, and never cared what people thought about it. I let my words spill out without much care, and I never seemed to wonder about anything past that. Well, with maturity comes introspection, so here I sit.
Now, I strive to conduct myself with integrity. It means everything to me that I walk my talk, and that means I have to consider how things affect the world.
I try really hard to be a “good” person, but lately that has been stifling me. I don’t want to say the wrong things, but I have to start expressing myself. I need to let me be me. For the sake of my poor, smothered soul.
I’m going to work on it…I’m going to write here, every day for at least a month. Most days, I will have a whole lot of nothing to say, but sometimes it will come out and my muse will return. I am a writer…and lately, I am a writer who doesn’t write.
It is inconsequential if no one reads it. What matters to me is that I start getting it OUT!
