Sometimes you need a place to call your own. A place where you can truly exercise your thoughts and put them out into the universe. A place where nobody knows your name.
I needed a blog where I could be honest – truly honest – about my life, my relationships, my job, my thoughts, my cravings, my needs, my disappointments and my triumphs. I needed a place to be able to go back in time and forward to the future and sit in the present and know that my mom wasn’t reading.
I think people who blog with a face and a name are incredibly brave. I’m not there yet. Perhaps that makes me a coward – unable to completely own my life and emotions. But isn’t that why pen names were invented in the first place?
