No one has ever been me today. With these circumstances, with this temperament, at this point in time. For a moment I feel emboldened and in the next I am afraid.
No one else is exactly like me. No one else is exactly like you.
This is why we tell our stories. This is why we dare to spread our arms out wide and take up space.
I write because if I don’t, my thoughts loop around my brain. I write to put one thought in front of the other. I write because it comes easier to me than talking and I have things I want to say. I write because maybe something I say will help the world grow a little brighter.
And so I will continue to write, and I will begin again to share.