Wherein I come back from the dead
Let’s talk about fear, you and me.
And this is how one of the many Stephen King books I’ve read started, in another one of his brilliant forewords, and this one line stuck with me for good. Has some way with words, Stephen King does. But it just so happens that I do want to talk about fear.
A whole year has passed. A lot has happened, but all in all, it seems that I am still the same. No big surprises, growing up.
Yes, there were a few bumps and scratches and I’ll be the first to admit that. The way I chose to take - or the way Someone out there nudged me toward - might not be the one with the prettiest scenery, but I am trying to keep the destination on my mind, albeit a faded picture from time to time.
Fear. Yes, fear.
Not fear of the cookie monster, or the Bathroom Blonde. We have all outgrown those. What we all have not gotten over are the skeletons in our closet. And believe me, we all have a couple of those.
My number one thing to outcome when blogging is being myself and realizing that no one is perfect. It gets me on my nerves when I see people showing to the world only a fraction of their lives, the one that looks good. So I am here to laugh at myself, to talk about life and to expect it to make some sense.
I am letting go of that fear and I just wish everybody would. In the mean time, please take your information with a grain of salt.
In other words, I’m back.
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