It’s an easy default for me to say I’m not a writer, I get to wipe my hands clean and absolve myself of the responsibility to share what’s in my heart and soul with written words. The blank page has caused me dread and panic. How will I fill it with something meaningful? Can I translate the clarity of all the thoughts and ideas in my head into anything that’s valuable for another?
And yet, I’m beginning a new blog where I’m allowing myself the freedom, for the very first time, to write from my heart. I’m excited and a little bit afraid. But most of all I’m resolved that it’s time to admit that… “I am a writer”. [Read more…]