Uncensoring myself - and the call for unity
This image was generated using AI I started this blog last year. I was so excited and proud and happy that I actually brought into being something I’d wanted to do forever. It gave me a chance to be heard and seen and express myself in a way I enjoy that was different from my professional writing career. People seemed to enjoy and relate to what I wrote. *I* enjoyed what I wrote. Recently, I went back to read a few things that made it to that blog and I LEARNED SOMETHING from my own writing! Wow! But a few months into it, I stopped writing. Why? Yeah, I was busy. But actually, it was more than that. I was paralyzed. Deer in the headlights. And I was horrified. And I couldn’t gather my thoughts into cogent sentences to explain what I was feeling in a way that wouldn’t piss other people off, so I stopped. Why do I care about people’s reactions? I didn’t mind getting into debate with strangers or friends. But there is a certain professionalism I like to maintain in my work ...
