Mystery Bubbles

Those feelings that start percolating to the surface that I just can't quite put my finger on. I know there's something I'm supposed to be doing, but just what that is escapes me. It's frustrating as hell, and the harder I try to nail it down, the more elusive it becomes.

What it does tell me is that I'm dissatisfied with certain aspects of my life and I need to work on ironing out the kinks and taking charge of things. Too often I let other people have their way, even when I know it's not what I want for myself.  It never turns out well for anyone.

Maybe I ought to let them know that.

In the Interest of Honesty

Let me get the point of this blog out of the way right from the beginning.

I am tired of being careful about the words I put in print. Weary of worrying who might get a look at them and decide they know better than I do what it is I'm thinking. Best defense? Go underground. If I write this blog incognito, then I may just get back to writing from the heart. With any luck I might uncover again the pieces of myself that have been buried under other people's expectations of me.

This blog is totally public, and that's just fine with me. I don't mind fielding opinion. I just prefer it not be attached to a preconceived notion of who or what I am and how I should or should not express myself.

So.

If anyone has a problem with that, they can go ahead and call me a coward. I don't give a flying fractal fart.

Let the games begin.

Meow.