This makes it the 53819364th time that I’ve started writing a post only to hit save/get distracted and never post/think “why would anyone even want to read this?” and just end up walking away from the site and never posting.

I guess I feel overexposed as it is. Every thought, feeling, and rant can be posted to Facebook without the need for a blog post. Pictures on Instagram tell the story of what I’m doing at any given moment. Am I really that desperate for attention or documenting every moment of every day that I also need to put it on my blog?

No. But I do believe in free therapy.

This used to be my haven. My getaway. My space. My voice. And now it feels so foreign and feigned. Quiet. Uncomfortable.

But maybe that’s what I need? To push myself out of my comfort zone and just let it out?

But let what out, exactly? I used to write about bad dates and assholes and people who pissed me off, but now I’m happily married and like my job and can’t really write about either one of those because some things DO deserve privacy.

So what to write about…

I’m sure I’ll figure something out.


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