Blog Birthday

After several rounds of Text Twist and Chuzzle, I finally perched myself on a stool anxious about the words to spill for my debut blog entry.

Apparently, this isn’t my first attempt to create an online coffer of thoughts ranging from fleeting to nagging, from cheery to disturbing, even from self-indulging to change-the-worldish.

I was always hesitant to be read by the worldwide web. Feels like bearing before a multitude of strangers what I would otherwise keep in the secrets of my pillow.

Yes, I have that romanticized notion of even my scribbles. In fact, the front page of my journal bluntly reads: I’m not willing to share.

Maybe it’s peer pressure. Maybe it’s emerging from the jurassic. Maybe it’s the dawning of purpose. Maybe it’s loosening up. Maybe it’s confronting fears. Maybe it’s premature mid-life crisis. But whatever it is, I say enough to mental constipation.

What deserves to be said will be said – unapologetically. What needs to be kept will be kept – unless it creeps in between the lines.

Ending first entry with 183 words, 7 paragraphs and 1 sure reader.