I Want to Write Again

Being a blogger has been a mixed blessing for me. I've shared great moments of triumph and huge moments of failure. I've written of happy, elated times in my life and I've of written moments of dark sadness.

I spent quite some time reading my posts and some of my old favorites on friends' blogs today, and I've realized that I really do miss writing.

There is just something alluring to me about telling my story as it's happening... putting it out there just in case there is one person that laughs at it or is moved by it in some way, even if it's just my mother reading my words, from 500 miles away, so she can feel closer to her little girl who has grown up on her too quickly.

I've had issues with blogging in the past, there have been important people in my life that I wanted to write about who did not want to be included. I try to understand their reasoning, but my mind just doesn't work that way. If I can't share stories about my daily life that include the people closest to me then I can't write, I freeze up and it feels forced. How can I talk about how someone has changed me, how we've changed each other but not mention their name, nor any reference to who they are at all? There is nothing I say about myself or anyone else on my blogs that I wouldn't tell to a stranger. I'm a sharer, it's just what I do. But I know I must respect other's choices in the matter.

I want to share my life with whoever wants to read about it. I want to tell you where I've been, the miracles I've witnessed, how the past months have changed me, and how they continue to do so. I want to write about how happy I am on most days, and how sad I can be on others. I want to share my joys, my fears, my ever-evolving goals in this little space I created 2 years ago. I want to write again.

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