Promises

I have made many promises to friends and acquaintances. And I have broken many, but I've probably broken more promises to myself than I care to remember. Publishing my writing is one of those many promises to myself that has gotten broken thousands of times.

I've known since I was in elementary school that I liked to write. I enjoyed it. As I moved up through the ranks, I loved keeping a journal. I would write about my boy-crushes and the heartache that would ensue. I vented on paper. Keeping a journal was therapeutic. My journals were my best friends I could tell them anything. It was easy.

Now as an adult, that little voice inside my head that tells me to write and share it with the world has gotten LOUDER! I can no longer ignore it. But my concern for whatcha y'all think hinders my self-expression. The Holy Spirit is urging me; pushing me; throwing-me-off-a-cliff to share my work with those who care (or not)! My integrity is now at stake. In my world, it is has become so BIG-- it is a sin not to share.

Today, I am fulfilling on the biggest promise to myself-- sharing myself (by way of blogging) with You.