Charleston trip with friends -- definitely a 2015 highlight |
I’ve written regularly for the past 6 or so years, but very
few of my pieces are ever finished and fewer still are ever published on this
blog. I write when I’m full of feeling, attempting to capture a memory, or to help myself think through all-consuming issues.
I don't often finish any particular entry because I don’t always have a distinct beginning or conclusion – which makes sense because if I’m writing for myself I
don’t need to provide expository content, and oftentimes I don’t have a
conclusion because I haven’t figured everything out yet. And then, of course,
is the question: How much of this do I really
want to remember or revisit if it is so emotionally taxing to live through in the moment?
I survived 2015 and I am proud of the way I composed myself,
but I would never want to relive it. I have come a long way but have a quite a
ways to travel still.
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