Here's the deal: sometimes (every day) I fret about this blog ordeal. I ask myself trivial questions: What's the point? What does it mean? Why would anybody on this green earth pay attention to my rambles? Usually, after some time has passed, I am able to quiet the doubt in my head just briefly enough to point out that it doesn't really matter. 

This is my first shot at writing anything publicly. My first shot at giving, gifting, being open, exploring new territory, the whole pie and whip cream (that was my sweet tooth talking).  I spend hours reading and writing each day because it makes me a better person all around. To read is to absorb new information, to see the world in new light, to hear stories. This is my inhale. To write is to organize, to find beauty in heartache and worry, to express words I cannot say out loud. This is my exhale.  Clearly, the bulk of it never makes it on to this site because it's too private or messy or I am just simply not brave enough. But the truth is that this is all my lifeline. This blog might be equal parts messy and simple and plain, but I am learning. I am optimistic. 

Never be afraid of your gifts or your words. They are you and that is enough.