I remember seeing a picture that said ‘it’s okay if we forget each other’s birthdays because we’re all adults’. Or something like that. I laughed and forwarded the picture to my friends, reminding them that that was far from the truth, and it would be rather unfortunate if they forgot my birthday. It was my birthday some days ago and I was very grateful to be alive and surrounded by people who I cherished. As a way of reflection, I listened to Gavin DeGraw’s “I Don’t Wanna Be” (what I call the song of my youth) and went through a journal from 4 years ago, smiling at some of the now seemingly ridiculous things I wrote.

Yes it’s me. The blog has a new look and everything, so you can tell this time, the repentance is for real. I started this blog a couple of years ago as a means of creative expression; I wanted to tell my truth, tell my story. Somewhere along the line, I may have lost my way. I became more cautious of things I wanted to say. I became very careful of how I told my truths. So I came up with excuses not to write. Procrastination this, writer’s block that. For too long I let the voices of fear and doubt win.