Begining

I had a lot of doubts before deciding to do this. The kind of doubts that last eight hours. It's not so much as what I write, as opposed to how I'm writing it. Because I've discovered that nobody can write something without unintentionally slipping in some of their own thoughts, their personel perspective. That's where my problem lurks. Even doing this now, writing this, I feel unnecessarily exposed to people. And people shouldn't have such advantage, such freedom to trespass another's comfort zone. Their true thoughts and depths. I loathe that so much.
But then... then I thought about something.
I thought of how proud of myself I am. I am still learning of course, still growing and maturing but I truly am pleased with the person I've grown to be so far. And there are so, so many contributing factors to that. Like the books I've read, for example. I mentioned before how every writer cannot help but engrave a small part of themselves within the story they're telling or its characters. And I have learned so much, understood so much thanks to that courage. The courage of having  a fragment of you on display.
I've always been constantly encouraged to do something with what I have. But it's not my fault I can sometimes be ...socially decapitated. Sorry. I can't sugarcoat it.
"Get out of your cocoon." I had been told very recently. It added to the weight and, yes the inevitable discomfort, of it all. But I just thought "maybe I can be able to go through with this".
So if I can do for someone, anyone, half of what all those authors have done for me with their work, I will consider myself fulfilled.
So, this is me, taking the first step out of my comfort zone. It will get bloody and scary I'm sure, but it's sooner rather than later, I guess.

Just to clarify, this will not be a sort of diary where I whine about whatever. Absolutely not. It's a blog. Where people get to blog about stuff (duh). I won't be telling you what it will be. Just setting the record staright on what it will NOT be. Ta-da.