Finally Worth It

Your success will be determined by your own confidence and fortitude. ~ Michelle Obama

Apparently, I have chosen the tail end of 2025 to finally reach some level of maturity. Not the level that makes me sit and grumble about children on my lawn but…that quiet maturity that allows you to finally, really let go of self depreciation. Release the give a damn about what other people think of you…or in my case, my love for expressing myself on a blog/Substack.

Yes. About 2 weeks ago, I just woke up and told myself that I wasn’t going to make myself smaller for anyone in my life anymore. I wasn’t going to feel like I had to sensor anything I wrote - especially about my own life. And I certainly wasn’t going to table something that I have been doing since I was 8 years old.

I love to write. It’s my way to process things that have happened and are happening in my life. It helps me to let go of things. It helps me to heal. Release. I don’t really use any other outlet to vent or express…so it’s words. Here.

My love for books runs equally as deep.

In layman’s terms, words woo me in a really big way. Always have.

Moving forward, I am planning to share not only my story telling talents to share the things in my own life but also plan to hit on some journal prompts that I find intriguing…as well as some writing exercises that I find interesting.

I very recently paywalled my site. This was my first step ever to feel like I was a worthy writer. Imagine, the size of my big girl balls to actually think that someone would PAY to read my ramblings?

The reality is that I just want to write. I am not focused on growing a giant audience, snagging book deal or building an income from sharing my words. I do however want to be sure that the people who stumble upon my words, actually want to read them, share them and discuss them with me in a respectful manner.

So here I am. Writing again….still. Feeling pretty darn faboo about this at the moment.