I’m not great at follow through, never have been. So when I started this blog, I thought it best to assign clear boundaries from the get-go. One year or forty matches, whichever came first.
I didn’t really expect to finish it. Didn’t expect to love writing as much as I have. Didn’t expect to feel the urge to write. So now that I’ve launched myself into the unknown territory that exists beyond the limits of the old framework, I find myself needing to write, then dismissing the thought because it wouldn’t “fit” the blog.
I wrote last week that my story is still being written, and that’s true because I’m the one doing the writing. If that means breaking free of old structures that limit my expression, so be it.
I think Maya Angelou summed it up nicely when she said, “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”
So rather than agonize…I will write.