A Twinge of Hope

 Once upon a Time, I had a little blog. I called it “A Day on the Plains” because it chronicled my daily life and I live on the plains.

But then a lot happened and I felt it was time to give my little home on the Internet a big makeover… So big that I renamed it and moved it into the shadows. I was afraid of people reading what I wrote, and judging me, condemning me, what have you, so I tried to make myself invisible.

I removed all of my followers and basically set everything to private in hopes that no one would see. I didn’t want to get rid of it because of the memories it holds, but I also didn’t want people to see some of those memories.

Eventually, I stopped writing because of my fear. I let go of something that I enjoyed tremendously because of this fear. 

However, in the past couple of years, I have been working on overcoming my fears, becoming who I authentically am, and learning to enjoy the things that I previously enjoyed, but this time without the fear.

I think that’s going to be the purpose of this little blog. 

I feel a twinge of hope for myself, for my life… that there are good things on the horizon for me. I just need to embrace them. I need to embrace that hope and as scary as that is I think I’m ready to try.