This Space
I’m feeling lost, I’m feeling hazy. I know that fulfillment and accomplishment are (hopefully) just several miles down the road from where I am now but this next stretch of road is shrouded in fog and overrun with thoughts of inadequacy. I don’t feel like I’m moving quickly enough, at all.
Writing has always helped me process what I was thinking, how I was feeling. Especially when I couldn’t trust my head to be honest with my heart, I trusted my pen to truthfully and unabashedly translate whatever secret qualms were swirling deep inside. That’s why I’ve turned to this blog. I don’t think anyone will read along, so I’m going to be a bit selfish in this space. Here, I’m allowing myself to ramble and whisper and scream out loud.
My call to writing, discovering has been outlined in Baldwin’s words: “Our crown has already been bought and paid for. All we have to do is wear it.” I’m in the tumultuous process of trying to pick up whatever crown has been designated for me. But honestly, even that’s unclear. Maybe I’m supposed to melt down the gold and scavenge for the rubies to forge my crown. I’m hoping that by turning here every day, every once in a while (I haven’t quite decided yet) I’ll figure out how this process is supposed to take shape.
If you’re here to listen, welcome.