I spent the better part of two days fixing up post categories and reading through old posts. It’s been fun. And it made me realize how much I used to blog. There were some weeks that I not only blogged daily, but sometimes, several times a day. Always the one with something to say. Yep, that’s me.
I seem to be more inspired to blog these days than anything else, which I suppose is a symptom of the thing I fear most in life and thus, never talk about in regards to myself.
I’ve let go of my fear of the “what if” factor – and finally quit caring who might read what I have to say, and worse yet, what they would do with the information. Sometimes it’s easier to process my emotions this way.
I’m not big on confrontation, never have been. It’s probably why I stayed married for years longer than I wanted to until it blew up in my face. It’s why the bank still owes me $35 that they took in error. It’s why my sister and I shut down and locked ourselves in my bedroom on Easter. Confrontation sucks. I guess that makes me a passive/aggressive. I would much rather show someone I’m pissed than tell them. You’d think after all this time I would know it’s not so scary.
I find that I am reading a lot of really great blogs these days – perhaps that is part of my inspiration to write more. I like to write.
I’m having fun with my writing project, even though it’s stirred up a lot of emotion I have either boxed up or never dealt with in the first place. Still not quite ready to share with the world, but if you want to know where to find it, just ask and I might tell you.