some days...

i look at myself in the mirror and ask myself what the fuck am I really doing?

I've spent the last 5 years rebuilding my life, rebuilding my heart. I have a great job, great apartment, I have $, I am comfortable, the only thing I'm missing is a partner.

And just like that I'm tossing it all away.

I know this journey will be a success, and it's been my dream, but...

Sometimes I am... afraid is the wrong word, but...hmm I don't know what is the right word. Perhaps it is fear.

all choked up

i'm starting another adventure, another blog, and honestly i feel all choked up. It's kinda a big deal, and there's a lot of pressure from a lot pf people all telling me what to do. i am no longer trusting me, trusting my creative process.
the daunting crevasse of "don't fuck it up" looms below me.

i need you blog.

i need you Ginger, more than I've ever needed you before, an open, empty sounding board that no one reads where I can tell the truth about my travels.

~sigh~

it feels lovely to be back...