10.17.2004
sunday thoughts
So I've decided that there's no way to get comfortable blogging until you just start doing it. So here I am, my second time on here, procrastinating and filtering what I actually want to write here. It's a funny thing, writing. There's this huge possibility for sharing, and learning, and growth...and at the same time, there is this gigantic fear within me that I cannot share too much. I must not write all my thoughts or else I'll...um...say too much? Reveal my heart? Be too vulnerable? Vulnerability scares me -- and yet I'm beginning to think it is the most vital part of anything meant to last.
So I guess I want this place to be one of vulnerability. But, funny, before I share my innermost thoughts for today, I must go read endless chapters on complex waveforms and decibels. Sounds fun, right? Oh, and I get to practice writing phonetically. I know you're jealous.
More to come.
So I guess I want this place to be one of vulnerability. But, funny, before I share my innermost thoughts for today, I must go read endless chapters on complex waveforms and decibels. Sounds fun, right? Oh, and I get to practice writing phonetically. I know you're jealous.
More to come.
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