Friday, August 17, 2012


(day 16 of 30 in 30)

Sometimes when I write deeply personal things like the last couple posts, it takes a lot out of me. It makes me wonder why, all these years later, I'm still writing. If I share too much, say too much too openly to strangers. Not all of whom would wish me well.

I always reach an impasse with this conversation; maybe it's too much but would I have some stranger silence me?

But still, writing as I do sometimes makes me tired. This is no excuse for missing yesterday's post. But it is why.

This post is nothing but an excuse, no matter how valid it feels. I recognize that.

I slid this post in right as the door shut on today.

I'm still here. Tired and leery. But writing and, somehow, even at an impasse, unburdened.


keisha brown said...

but you wrote. and that is a good thing. :)

elle said...

I agree with KB, you wrote, and that is all that matters.

Beautifully Complex said...

I don't comment a lot, but I read everything you write. You are so talented. Your honesty is one of the things that makes you stand out to me. In addition to your quick wit and intelligence. I hope you continue to share, but I understand how it can take a lot to do so.

LadyLee said...

I'll never silence you, babes! You know I'm a La STAN!


Personal posts drain the cheese outta me too. It's like you've placed all of your heart on the page. You're drained and gotta go hibernate and recuperate. I think that is just the way it is. No excuses necessary.