When I tentatively published my first post a couple of years ago, I kept it secret. It felt scary and vulnerable so I didn't tell a soul. Then I shared it randomly, still with a tightly clenched fist.
I got distracted.
I wandered back.
I'm enjoying this outlet of the written word and I've decided it's a good practice for me in this place of life. But the blog needed to be more ME, where I am right now, as the woman I'm growing into this moment.
The wildflower story is pretty intimate but important to me. It speaks of seeing myself in a better light, seeing myself in a loving and gentle way, the way I think God sees me.
So it's new. I'm a little more brave about sharing. A little.
Scary but good.