Looking toward the end

There are so many things I want to say, apologies I want to make. It scares me. I am terrified of the responses I could get, whether or not they are what I hope for. I don't know what to do, or how to do it. Thirteen years is so long, but is it too long?

I want to find out who I am, and I may need there help to find the pieces that are still missing. I just need to find the strength to make the first step.





I don't want to fall...

Community

I think the largest part of my lack of consistent updating is that I don't have a community. I have a kid, but I don't want to spend my life identifying myself as his mom. I knit, but not enough to write about. I'm fat, but not a size acceptance activist. I'm having trouble getting pregnant, but not a medical intervention infertility type. I'm a nerd, but who the hell blogs about that unless they are the techie sort?

I want a community, but am too shy, and can't seem to find my voice alone.