Revisiting my older posts gives me a sometimes awkward glimpse of my journey. At any given moment I seem to think that I have mostly everything figured out, that I write in my authentic voice. But in going back and re-reading my words, it becomes clear that I didn’t have everything figured out. My voice and words from the past seem inauthentic now; my ideas seem off. Perhaps authentic at the time, but not now.
Exploring and evolving all the time is how I find my voice. My voice changes as I grow. I am steadily abandoning total idealism and moving onward to realism. I am finding the desire to say it with fewer words. Less is more.
Having a blog is a reminder of where I have been and where I am, though at times, awkward. Still, I like the continuity this blog has given to my life, the connectedness between my years, its nakedness. It is safe to be me.
