I’ve had to take some time away from my blog these past few weeks to concentrate on a paper. A paper for school. A paper that happened to be about me.
Difficult would be a kind word to use to describe the process of writing this paper. Sure, I write all the time. Free flowing and enjoyable is how much of my writing could be described. However, I found myself having an increasingly difficult time writing about me.
The person that I am. What I have accomplished. What I hope to accomplish. Family, work, and school were in the mix as well. All displayed for many to read about the triumphs and failures in my life. It was hard to allow others in on that emotional journey.
Worse even to dive deep inside of me and write. Writing about yourself can be a whole new discovery. One
Many times we share only the very top layer. The thin coating of us that is accessible by all. There is no reason to scratch deeper than the surface and peel away the layers. Those layers are for close friends and family. Not strangers.
I had to peel a few of those layers away.
Old memories that I had filed away years ago. I found them. Tragedies I never wanted to express sadness over again. I cried for them. Silly events that I laughed over a million times. I laughed again.
It was difficult to write. Hard to turn in. But, I rediscovered me.
