This blog used to be an extension of my journal. I called it my “white walls,” there for scribbling messy words on, a place to spill my heart on — back when I felt I needed publicity to validate a catharsis.
I just realized that I don’t view it in the same way anymore. In some ways, I think that’s a good thing. I’ve always been uninhibited in my emotions, and my quick tongue is something that I’m learning to curb. I’ve always felt my pain needed the authentication of attention, and I’m learning that more often than not, silence is better than hasty words.
I don’t know what purpose this blog serves in the context of my life anymore. So I’m putting her down…for a nap. Just until I figure that out.
I’ll pop in, occasionally. When there’s something noteworthy to share, or a substantive piece that I want to write in careful cursive script on these white walls.