So the other day I sat down and wrote a really long, personal post... and then I never posted it! I'm not sure exactly why, except that I felt I just wrote too much and it'd probably be boring to a lot of people. But now that it's a few days later, I'm realizing that it was more of a release than a "share with the world" kind of thing.
My husband calls me a writer. Usually, I don't really feel that's accurate. Sharing outfit details and food pictures doesn't so much make me feel like a professional writer. But for the first time (besides my childhood diary), I actually sat and wrote the other day, just for me. I thought I'd share it but now I know that I won't. Because it just made me feel better. And it wasn't a bunch of bitching or anything, just a lot about changes and my career choices based on my personality, and things that I've been struggling with.
