“You’ll never know, how low an angry heart can go-“
It’s interesting just how much sight I gained this year. How blind I was in the four (plus) years prior to this one, to know how much that sight is tied to my heart.
Monica recently wrote a blog about censorship, and how she thinks before she posts, and the reasons why. I can certainly relate, because the people in my life are too precious to write about sometimes, too personal to put “on blast” like that. I don’t think I have ever had that kind of censorship with anyone in my life before, and I’ve taken the appropriate measures to make sure this blog is hard to find from search engines, and only available to people who know this address.
Still, there are going to be people who read this (and follow me on twitter) that won’t like what they read sometimes. I can’t help that, and I make no apologies or explanations for those things (well, until I want to). I have been keeping an online journal since 2003, back in the days of diaryland and livejournal, and even though I’ve become a better writer over the years, I still do things the way I always have. This is my life. These entries, these words, my thoughts about everything and nothing. This journal/blog isn’t a passing fad to me, and I can show you things from the past seven years to prove that.
I’ve been busy lately, almost too busy to actually sit and concentrate on anything for any amount of time. When I do have a free moment, I’ve been focused on enjoying that with the people closest to me, and nothing else matters then.
Even now, trying to finish this entry is hard. This journal has always been my release, but what do I need releasing from these days?
That question in itself is the real answer.