I haven’t been blogging as frequently.
Partially because I’ve found it difficult to find the time to write like I’m accustomed to.
Also, because I’ve been reading through some of my old writing, from college.
My voice is so certain.
Certain about things that I have very little certainty on now.
Years later, hopefully, years wiser.
As I read my words I feel embarrassed at my surety.
There wasn’t room for doubt and there wasn’t room for being wrong.
Just like I’m cautious with others who claim to know everything, I am also cautious with myself.
It has me a little trigger shy.
A little nervous to put anything out there.
To be too sure of anything.
I suppose I should still just blog about my process.
But, thanks for being patient with me in the meantime.
with love and uncertainty,