This feels like a strange thing to do, starting a blog. Maybe because of the anonymity of it all. Maybe because I don't have the slightest idea what I'm going to say.
But because I'm a relatively busy person, and have things to do today other than sitting here silently and staring at my own words manifest on a computer screen, we're counting down to liftoff.
Maybe this is therapeutic, I've been telling myself for a while. I write, every now and again - sometimes every day for a few weeks at a time, other times not for months. But I journal, if you will. Here's the thing. When I write, I become cryptic. Even if my emotions are completely transparent, my contexts and descriptions and observations surrounding them are not. I don't write for other people. Not that there's anything wrong with that. But I want to learn how, because one of the things I want to do in my life is write. Writing for myself is just fine and dandy, but I want to be able to say things to other people.
So I guess you could call this a trial run. You know, for the rest of the world.
