I've been looking at the parts of my life that I share online and I've come away thinking, "I'm more interesting than this." Somewhere along the way I stopped sharing my passions, my loves, the things I think about incessantly, and can't stop talking about with Ryan in the wee hours of the night (wee being 11PM because I'm old). I love sharing my day to day activities, but there's so much more to me than weekend recaps and flowers.
When I look back on the eras, the people, and the art that inspires me it becomes abundantly clear that I'm not sharing enough. The people I admire most showed great courage through vulnerability in their actions. They shared their deepest heart's desires openly, recklessly. They abandoned society's expectations of them, in favor of passion and art. I am weak in comparison. I, like them, want to lead a life of passion shared not just felt.
So why have I retreated to this watered down version of myself? I have no idea. Perhaps out of fear, or laziness. Excuses aside, now is the time for action. I AM more interesting than this, and I'm going to prove it to you. Who's with me? big kiss, bekuh