Writing

I have been writing, not so much in my blog the last few days but essays (2) about different aspects of M/s. It has been interesting and enlightening. Writing about my personal journey especially aspects I don't generally talk about has filled me with butterflies but at the same time it has been freeing because I do believe in living honestly.  I won't go into detail because eventually both essays will be published as part of larger works but there is something satisfying about letting go of that thing that you've been keeping behind the curtain due to worry about being judged and standing up to say this is my reality.

I've seen posts and articles of sensitive natures where comments were made that they (the commenters) hoped the authors friends, family, bosses... never saw the writing due to it's content. It was framed as concern for the author but there was an untone of recrimination towards the writer for having the audacity to write something they deemed unacceptable. I look at my writings, my blog, my poetry, my essays and think there is a good deal that would make various people I know uncomfortable. Would it be awkward if those people stumbled across any of it, well yes, does that mean I shouldn't write it, not at all. The potential discomfort of my family friends employers or whoever does not override my desire and right to express my feelings, document my experiences, and be creative in ways that resonate with me.  It is funny how I started blogging as a way to learn to express and share my feelings mainly within the family, now I'm sharing all over the place.