What do I write about now? As I was laying in bed last night, this was the question that I kept asking myself. Now that I have blogged every day for a year, I kept wondering what I should do moving forward. It’s weird to describe, but it felt as if I had put a time limit . . .
I wrote this a few days ago, but I didn’t know if I should publish it. Part of me is saying no because I was in a weird state of mind. But the other part of me is saying to publish it because it is real and it is what I was thinking at the time. I want to be open about all areas . . .