Unapologetic

Some time around 2013 I wrote my very first blog. As I told you before in my latest post, this was an outlet for me to be an encouragement. Over time, however, it turned into a personally therapeutic pastime. I found myself filling my drafts folder with things I wanted to say, but never had the guts to share. I would write about experiences that hurt me, taught me, broke me, and molded me. I never could quite press the publish button. At one point I deactivated my whole blog site to where I was the only person who could view it. It seemed that I needed my own advice the most at times. Long story short, I became very frustrated with myself that every time my fingers started to type what my heart felt it was the furthest thing from pretty and encouraging. It didn't feel like much of an encouragement for others. So I deleted all of the drafts and put the blog to rest. All of these confusing feelings I had about writing and publishing my life were because I got in my own way by letti...

Let's get down to the nitty gritty. I have been staring at this dang blog for 4 years now. Officially, 4 years. Cause, you know, it's 2018. (I don't know how that happened). Nevertheless, I feel like the time between 2014 and the present has taught me many important lessons that will hopefully benefit someone reading this. Reasons it has taken me so long to pick up my blog could be labeled fear, worry, lies (to myself that my voice isn't important), and confusion (about whether anyone will hear my voice even if it is important). I started this blog somewhere around 2012 as a way to be an encouragement to my friends, and even to those who came across it that I didn't know. I was getting several thousand views on my blog when I found myself too busy to write. I even had friends, who I had no idea were paying attention, text me and ask me to please not stop writing. Then fast forward to now when everyone and their mama's best friend's son's girlfriend has a...