Writing brings me to life. It brings the world into sharper focus, helps me process difficult emotions. It's a gift that I received and a gift I will share.
Keep moving forward, knowing that you will fail, but don't forget - failure doesn't define you. It might loom, big as a mountain, but it will soon be a speck in the distance.
For now, however, is the stillness. Unlike most days, I'm not so ready to shoo it away for I know it to be an elusive thing, easily scattered like the fog on a summer's morning.
This isn't the story of someone standing victorious on the other side of a struggle, of someone who has it all figured out and is ready to share with you how to overcome that desire for perfection in all that you do. I think... it's simply a confession.
A gentle fog blankets the world beyond me. All is quiet save for a few songbirds and the gentle, familiar tick-tick-tick of my keyboard.
Come to find out there is more to writing than just being told I can do anything I set my mind to, more to it than having others tell me I can do it.
There are a lot of blogs out there. Will this one be ground-breaking? Will it shape the way we look at blogging, and as a result, the internet?