|Photo by Susan Gaissert|
I forgive myself for it, because when I am not blogging, I often am filled with self-doubt and self-incrimination. I lead a double life. Sometimes, I find an old blog post of mine online, and I don't even recognize the person who wrote it. She's a shiny person. She's hopeful and rational. That's the gift you give yourself when you write. You make a copy of your best self that can exist apart from the human wreck who is you.
I think, therefore I am. I blog, I write, therefore I am wonderful. You just happen to have found me being wonderful, in my little blog bed, under my covers, writing by flashlight, all alone.
You can move on now. Nothing is happening here, except an act of creative synthesis. Under wraps, I am becoming my true self.