Meaning without Meaning
Saturday, August 4, 2012 at 8:49 AM When I first started writing and blogging (more than 8 years ago), I could say anything—highs, lows, blurts & brags. It was anonymous, fluid and raw. I would wake up in the morning—random days, nothing planned or scheduled—and simply check in with myself. What did I want to say? It was like asking what I'd share with a dear friend—one who wouldn't censor or judge. If I could say anything, what would I say today?
Being,
Personal Reflection,
Searching,
Writing 




