Every year or so I decide to start writing.

Then another year goes by and I make that same decision again… but I never actually see it through.

Because of fear.

Fear that what I write will be cut down or that I will fall in other’s estimation of me. And that this will somehow lower the value of my existence.

But every time I try to create the best version of what others want me to be, I disappoint myself anyway.

I have decided to begin the new year and the new decade writing anything that feels right to me.

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