Bad and banal and fragmented thoughts

Bunny trail run-ons and often the improper tense

Superfluous adverbs and repetitive words

And straight up, concepts that just don’t make sense

Wrong punctuation and spelling errors, guaranteed

Thoughts here and thoughts there that remain incomplete

That’s probably what you’ll find

Most likely what you’ll read here

Still here it is, here I am

Confronting one of my biggest fears:

To allow others to enter the musings of my mind

To let them in, to draw them close

And to not run and hide

For fear that they might see something that’s wrong…

And, or, for fear they might see something that’s right

For fear that I might quite possibly be known

For fear that I might very well be exposed

Well, the cat’s out of the bag

It’s down the alley and across the street.

Breaking news!

I don’t have it all together

But perfection is not what I seek.

I desire to be honest

The way that cheap yoga pants are to thighs.

I desire to be transparent

With every aspect of my life;

With my broken and blurry and fragmented dreams;

My proclivity for scaled options, snooze buttons, and ease;

My superfluous worries,

And struggles with XY and Z,

My hesitation to have expectations

And senseless anxiety to encounter my limitations.

That’s just a preview of what you’ll find,

Most likely what you’ll read here.

Still here it is, here I am

Conquering one of my biggest fears.

Writing.

Sharing.

Getting back into literary shape.

Being known.

Being seen.

Being okay

With being me.

Because this is where I am

But this isn’t where I’ll stay

So come along as I progress

Little by little every day.