I have a special page reserved for Kelly and it still sits empty. I want to write something that is perfect, and
I know that I can never make it perfect so I do nothing and yet I ache to write about her. Honor who she is to me.
I have a growing collection of unpublished drafts in my folder. I write and I don't like what I wrote so they
I want to write and then I find the reasons not to write. I can't write. I have writer's block. I am not creative enough. It won't be any good.
So now my intention is to write and hit publish, let go of my judgement of not being good enough, of being afraid.
They may be really messy, they may be awful and they will be mine.