I am a woman, and a mom. I am a wife. I am a daughter, and sister, and cousin, and aunt. I am a friend. I am a counselor. I am an introvert. I am a feminist. I am a thinker. And I love deep conversations.
Why do I write?
Not too long ago, I was verbally dreaming in the context of conversation with my mother. She suggested that the subject of my dreaming sounded much like a blog. I think my earlier efforts at blogging were half-cocked, and perhaps wrongly motivated. I am very conscious (at the writing of this) of my audience, and as a result, blogging scared me. At the same time, I like it. Blogging leaves space for conversation–which I value tremendously! However, I fear that the ability of my audience to converse with me on the subject opens me up to:
1) a new realm of vulnerability–allowing others to shape and influence my thinking on the matter (a good thing!)
2) and undue pressure to perform, or write something to a specific audience (which is NOT my objective, here).
That said, I welcome you, my reader, into the conversation. Consider this an invitation!