I am anxious and afraid about opening my journal to the world. My thoughts, feelings, the very core of me so visible to strangers. It would be easier to hide behind cute paintings and kitschy crafts. Safe behind a wall.
But someone once told me art is brave. Art is connecting. Art is expression. Art is empty if the creator is unwilling to put a piece of themselves into it. Pointless without humanity.
So here I am. It's going to be an awkward journey but I'm excited. Thanks for coming along.