Once a Month Blogger
So, what is a blog for anyway? Is this a place for me to write my deepest, darkest secrets? Is it a place to be 'discovered'? I've never been really good at keeping a journal. I mean, I write things down on scraps of paper that seem to get lost or thrown away. I'm not exactly sure what I want to put here. I gues that's part of the creative process, right. First, I gotta figure out what I want to do and then just let the mess come. I think that's part of my problem. I'm afraid of the mess. I can't let things get messy. (Although, to look at my house, you'd never know that about me.) I just think that one day when I'm organized, I'll be able to get the stuff done. One day the mess will be gone, right. Problem is, what if that one day is the day my life ends?