To truly write, you must agree to write all the things that you would never dare to write.
I must admit that even here I hide. I have spent my adult life dancing between wanting to share my heart with the world and desperately needing to hide the most vulnerable, soft, hidden parts of my quiet heart.
But in order to write what is real we must open up our hearts and invite others in, despite the mess, despite the chaos, despite the possibility of ridicule or even heartache.
Writing is one of the great loves of my life. Without it, I really don’t think that I would be the same me. Writing not only helps me to express myself but it also helps me to make sense of the world – and myself. Writing helps me to see things more clearly, to find beauty in the mundane, and find gratitude in my daily life.
As a highly introverted person, writing also helps me express all the things that my heart needs to say but could never do so verbally.
I have learned that when I hide from my writing, I am truly hiding from myself. So I once again have come to the realization that I can only be happy, only be free, by being the real and true me.
To hold back and continue to hide only hinders my growth, my expression, my joy of seeking beauty everywhere I go.