As I write more and more I discover new things about myself, new wonders that I never realised I could achieve.
I never thought of myself as a writer before but how can I not be? I write almost every day and have penned many short stories and poems over the last year and blogged almost every day; how can I not be a writer when I cant dream of a day when I’ll stop?!
Self expression is important to me, be it my hair colour, my clothing choice or simply the things that I create. these things are what make me, me and I can no more change that than I could fly to the moon.
I have published so little lately because I have spies who stalk my posts and use every little thing I write against me, but I wont take that any longer. I no longer care what others think of me or what they say about me either, I rise above it all and from now on will publish what I write more often, rather than keeping my thoughts between me and my notebook.
I need to tear down my filters and tell the world exactly what I think of them; one by one! Easier said than done however when you have made a lifetimes habit of secluding away your feelings to protect others. being open and honest doesn’t come as easily to one as practiced at hiding as I am but as I write the barriers begin to fall and I feel freer than before; lighter in mind and spirit.
I am indeed a writer, and the rest of the world will just have to deal with that!