Beginnings

I've always wanted to write. There's so much I want to say, but it gets blocked. By fear, I guess. It's a giant, nameless, faceless fear; but even as I write that, I know it's a pretend fear. As opposed to a danger; it only exists in my head. So maybe it's time to disregard it.

Some things I want to write about:

My sister, Linda
Her mental illness
Our relationship

My family

Depression

Work

Friendship

Love

Values

Stuff

Not driving

Spiritual connection

Play

Art/Photography



If I can find time to work on a virtual farm every day, I can surely write every day.

Right?