I just read a book authored by a friend I met through my blog, (The Evolution of a Stir, by Cindy Cullen Farmer) it has reawakened a desire to write my story even if no one reads it.
We all have a story, a history, what it is that makes us who we are. Good or bad, my past, my story is what has molded my thoughts, my beliefs, my very essence.
It is a brave soul, which puts their honest self on paper for others to read. I am not sure yet if I am that brave. Thoughts of uncertainty swirl around in my head. Who would really want to read my story? I am beginning to to wonder if maybe I need to write it for me.
Maybe I need to be honest enough with myself to pen my thoughts and dreams to paper.
Something to ponder, I wonder if I am a brave soul?