“I’m just a dreamer, but I’m hanging on, though I am nothing big to offer.”

My first blog post. My thoughts?  Whoa.  I’ve thought about starting a blog for quite some time.  Now that I finally have hiked up the courage to push myself further as a writer, I am sitting here staring at the letters on the keys, as if I’ve forgotten the alphabet.  I’m extremely anxious.  I’m almost positive that my heart has decided to relocate to my throat where I can feel it choking me, leaving my chest an aching cavity, longing for it to return.  I can barely breathe, and it’s kind of spectacular.  I haven’t felt this alive in a long time.  It’s scary to think that I’m putting myself out there for the world to see, feel, and connect with.  Leaving myself vulnerable has always been rather difficult for me, because it defines everything I’m not.

“Will you believe me when I say I’ve been trying to be better than I was?”