i don't have time anymore

to try to come perfect.

everything starts to back up.

i can't write to myself anymore and leave it in a closet.

it's coming out...

see, here’s the thing

i have so many thoughts and ideas and creations that i would like to share

none of them are good enough

or will blow you away

but they are mine

and they’ve been wanting to come out for some time

so i’m going to let them

and i’ve made a place where they can

and this is it for now,

if you feel like taking a look

that is cool.

i would love to hear if you have a reaction to anything or if it evokes something in you.

it will be a mishmash for a while because the process f trying to decided what is

good enough

high vibe enough

true enough

to go out

is excruciating

all of it will go out

all of me.

i’m drawing no divisions

between my complaining and my reverie

my worth and my degradation

my lightness of being

and my dark nights

whatever

welcome to being human

even if you think some of it is unworthy

or who would care

i don’t blame you

i’m doing this for me.

to stay alive

i care because the inner me cares

so here it is,

all of me

here

i have a driving desire to share myself in the world and for whatever reason this keyboard and screen are the conduit at this time.

so i’m going with it

i will have my conversations with you here.

whatever

guess it’s a start.