it’s kinda funny… this blog space. this outlet that bloggers have to voice whateverthehell they want to voice.

i’m having one of those days when i just want to contain this space of mine… keep it sacred… get back to the roots of it.

the foundation.

and have peace.

at the same time, i want to climb to the top of my apartment building and scream. i want to blog about certain things that aren’t necessarily peaceful but are nevertheless true.

the world isn’t always a pretty place.

yet my space is mine, unique to me and my voice.

no one else’s.

to have this place where i can use my words and my voice is a truly wonderful thing.

sometimes it’s easy to forget that.

sometimes i forget that.

but today i remembered.

i’ve been working a lot on other projects, getting pulled in different directions, but all the while, i am yearning to come back here… to my blog.

my place.

my space.

we bloggers write what we feel, what we experience, and what we want others to know. we share. we communicate. we connect.

those connections can work both for us and against us. and i’ve seen both sides of this connection.

even still, i want my space.

and as i anxiously await to have it all back, complete and whole once again, i also anxiously await the new connections that will be made.

new readers. new comments. new voices.

i cherish the connections that still exist here in this space of mine.

i honor my readers and care about you all in a way that i struggle to convey in words.

to have someone, anyone truly listen to you or read your words is a gift.

but in order to receive that gift, you need to risk giving up a bit of your space and inviting people in.