And Now to Write

One of the things I think about fairly often is how many people are struggling with feeling lost to themselves.  Who feel like they need to find themselves.  Who wonder what it is like to love themselves.  I think about this because I only briefly experienced it myself, and I want people to be free of these feelings. I think about how there's a departure at some point.  As kids, we don't ask these questions.  The idea of not knowing who you are feels absurd because you just are.  But then other thoughts creep in, whether they're from classmates, teachers, family members, friends.  We develop insecurities and lose ourselves.  Some earlier than others.  I met this battle head on my first year of high school when I felt a growing distance between my core friend group and myself.  Thankfully, a year later I was able to work through it and return to loving my authentic self.  Insecurities still exist, but I don't give them the power to completely take over my view of mys

I've been mulling over this for a long time - off and on for a couple years.  Do I want to start a blog?  The idea has intrigued me for a while, but the questions were always 1) what should I write and 2) will I be able to keep up with it? Well, the second question just requires me to set aside time for this.  Can't just assume that I won't keep up with it without even trying.  Time will tell if I'll keep it up.  Might as well give it a go.  The answer to the first question has been more elusive.  What do I feel like I need to write?  What I've discovered is I needed to answer a different question first.   Why  do I feel the need to write?  Ever since the end of high school, I've been jotting down random thoughts.  Responses to comments that I couldn't think of in the moment.  Pondering why different conversations have stuck with me months after they happened.  Rabbit holes my mind travels down after something a professor or student says in class.  The