A Day in My Life

Sometimes normal life moments play out in unexpected ways. Sometimes they are good. Sometimes they are bad. Sometimes you are so astonished by the way another person perceives you that you get angry or sad. Sometimes it takes a stranger to open your eyes to the truth of your being.

I am not great at filtering what I write. Many of you know that. Fortunately for me, through my blog, that is the true intention of my craft. I am a polite person, I’m non-confrontational, and I generally do not like to make waves or disrupt the harmony of the herd.

On the other hand, through my writing, I feel the supreme anonymity of the pen (internet). I see the paper (screen) as a veil to protect myself from the world. I use this avenue to fully grow, learn and teach. I document mundane happenings. I keep track of major life changing events. I vent.

If you are a loyal reader, you know that I don’t hold anything back. Nor will I ever. That is not why I am here. I am here for two reasons. I am here to tell the truth. I am here to say the things that most people never will. I am here to push your buttons, flush your face with fire, make you cry tears of joy and grief. I am here to evoke emotion. The second reason I am here is to emotionally purge. I’ve always used writing as a vehicle of release. I’ve kept diaries since I was a little girl. I used to write about the boys I had crushes on in first grade. I kept a diary on my canoe trip in the Quetico when I was a senior in high school. I kept diaries through college and even in my early twenties.

I stopped writing and focusing on work and career after college and up until I started this blog. I tried to keep a diary while I was pregnant, to no avail. I was working full time and trying to get ready for a baby. I really didn’t have time, and to be quite honest I never really even thought about it.

But it turns out through all those years of not writing, there was a void. I was empty. Of course I had my husband to talk to, but there’s nothing like having some good quality time to sit and think and write. Get it all out. All of my fears, loves, joys, uncertainties. Anything and everything. Get it all out there.

And so I started this blog.

I’m not going to filter myself just because I’ve hurt someone’s feelings in the past. It is what it is. You can take it or leave it. I don’t intend on hurting feelings, but I’m also not here for you. I’m here for me. Yes, I love my readers and I do not take you for granted. But this is my space and these are my thoughts. 

This is a day in my life.