Welcome to my brain. That is what it means to be a writer, an artist, or someone with DID, trying to find the words to share what it feels like to be multiple.
And we are all three.
Since I started this blog, I've been doing the thing where I try to get my words perfect before I write
them on the page. Big mistake. A sure way to get nothing written. And I know better, or I should know better, after working at writing for how many?...... 40 years.....and no blogs or books written by now?..... Aiming for perfection will kill the writing every time. It's not the way I journal or write poetry. So why is it the way I began this blog?
Oh. I'm 60 years old. I didn't grow up with computers or the internet. I need to learn to relax here.
Trust the process..... keep putting words on the page, and eventually, the good stuff will come.
So no more not-writing our blog. No more waiting for the post to perfect itself inside my mind. I'm going to trust the process and do what I know will turn out in the end..... keep putting words on the page......and see what comes
Scary thought that, seeing what comes....
I know the worry: what if my mind, my words, what if "what comes" is uninteresting .....
What if I'm boring, and I persist in blogging anyway? Then everyone will know. Oops.
But in spite of that fear, or perhaps because of it, I'm thinking that if I am indeed a writer, I have to send my words out into the world.
If I'm truly a writer, I have to be willing to say "Welcome to my brain."
