Rough Draft

Can I share a few thoughts dancing around in my head? These are wholly inelegant so you’re getting them without any maturity. They’re like a little baby dancing once you turn on some music. He’ll bounce around a bit then land on his rump.

But you’re here and I’m here and there’s a song in the air, so let’s do this:

I don’t know that I want to teach anyone anything. Where does that leave me in the blogging world?

On the flip side, last night I taught a small group of young people how to use Instagram to tell their stories and it was thrilling! Honestly, it was one of my favorite things I’ve done lately.

I have a book proposal I’ve been working on for awhile now, but I’m scaring myself out of it. It’s going to take me feeling very bold to finish it, and some days that’s a tall ask. I know some people like to keep that kind of thing under wraps, but what can I say? I’m open and honest. Maybe to a fault, but frankly, I don’t care to be any other way.

Speaking of feeling my best, I’ve learned — again — that I’m happiest when I’m reaching out to others. Honestly, if I could get paid to talk to people all day (without having to be a therapist) I would totally do it. I get such joy out of having genuine, authentic moments with people. It’s no small thing that people trust you enough to tell you their stories.

All of this is a rough draft. I’d apologize for the depth and lack of organization, but that’s what rough drafts are — they flow from your brain out into the world. And right now, I need more rough drafts in my life.