Where Am I?
I have been writing. Going into groups and writing with prompts. Forgetting about blogging. Thinking about things that I am missing. Thinking about my health. Mourning my existence on some days and rejoicing that the sun rose in others. I cannot decide how best to share my writing. I struggle with deciding what is worth sharing. In my writing groups I have the permission to share the worst crap in America - even the world and there is no judgement. On the web, the internet with all of its fun and games, there is a darker side. A place where people believe that the worst things can be said. It is easy to say the worst things from your computer in your bathrobe. What if that person is in front of you? Would you say it then? I am horrified at what just seems normal to say to someone if you are not face to face. Am I concerned about judgement? Maybe not, but my heart is tender. I am tired of shoving down my feelings of not enoughness every time I encounter someone else who is wounded, but