I’ve been missing from the blogosphere for some time. And I’ve missed it. The ritual of writing, publishing, entering into conversation with strangers — it’s exciting and communal and soul-nourishing.
In the past few months, I’ve felt a strong pull to return to this form of writing. Especially in this car-centric and fast-paced environment, I feel like I am missing a community. I want to create a virtual space for meaningful conversation, which will hopefully translate into more personal exchanges of a similar variety.
I think it is so important for people to show up and tell their truths. I believe that public acts of vulnerability serve to strengthen and inspire many. This is something I struggle with — to be vulnerable, to be my authentic, present self in day-to-day interactions. Though I know it’s the foundation of meaningful relationships, it’s still hard.
And so I’m pushing myself to publicly share my experiences (the joyous and painful), my values, my reflections, my questions. Even if nobody reads this (or if everybody reads it and changes their opinion of me for the worse), it doesn’t matter because it’s what I feel compelled to do. It’s a powerful exercise in embracing all that I am.