I friend said something to me tonight, and it got inside my head and went round and round and would'nt leave me alone.She said that I needed to be careful of my posts in case "someone" would read it. Meaning someone who should'nt. I find this frusterating about writing, and I mean writing in any medium, paper, cyberspace, journal, blog etc. When you write the words, you run the risk of "someone" reading them. If it's the wrong someone, your in trouble, because it could cause "someone" trouble. So when does the truth really ever get written? After your dead and some one finds your words? Or do writers write the truth and hide behind fiction?
I have decided to write MY truth. I have to. It's not pretty, but it's the truth.
I wish I could write about pretty things and pretty people, and pretty little happenings in the course of my days. But I can't. My life isn't like that. I don't mean I have a terrible life. Quite the opposite. I have a good life, with many many blessings every day. I choose to see the blessings. But it doesn't mean that every day isn't a struggle, and there are moments of every day that I wonder what the hell I'm doing, and why I'm doing it. This is my truth.
