I want to blog. But I fear people reading it and, I guess… I fear my oversharing? I want to communicate so much, but I’ve been told all my life that I’m “too much.” Well, no more. No. More. I do this writing/story/idea thing, and I do me. You do you, ok?
And by the way. The problem never was that I was “too much.” I just had this superpower that wasn’t quite honed yet. I hadn’t gone through my superhero montage of discovering my powers and learning that I could weave and weld them for good. I officially dub myself no longer:
- Too smart
- Too curious
- Too wordy
- Too blunt
- Too obtuse
I dub myself:
- World maker
- Story weaver
- Cooker and consumer of delights
- Mother of incredible humans and ideas
- Asker of room-silencing questions
- Soothsayer of the Whys in our world
- Flexer of my goddam godgiven mental muscles that will inspire
And you, dear reader, dear friend, can choose who I am to you. That’s your prerogative. I know who I am. I am me.
