10. Then 12. 15. Now 17…although if I stop and click? Yep. Over 20. Posts just keep piling up. Writing keeps being thrown out into the universe, gobbled up by other writers and some readers who are searching for answers? enlightenment? laughter? connection?
I am shocked by the way that daily writing, for an unknown audience, has shifted my world. It did not knock me over, although there were days that I obsessed over finding just the right word, but it did make me focus on each step I took, wondering if I was going to land on solid ground or if I was going to tumble forward, grasping in the darkness. I both loved and feared settling into my computer, unsure of what was going to find its way to the screen and, also, what was going to open up deep within me.
I have always written. Always. But I have never shared the way that I have shared these past 31 days. I am buoyed by the writing that has surrounded me for the past month and so I am reticent to continue just for me. It brings me back to my very first post…wondering if what I have to write is worth being read. For now, I’ll hit “publish” and share the link and settle into my day. Tomorrow will need to take care of itself.