Everything I write lately feels gritty at the tip of my tongue. I stumble around with a scattered words lodged in my throat; I have so much to spill, so much I want to say..But I’ve never been very good at expressing myself to others- I’m afraid of it, I’m afraid of seeing the look on someone’s face, the look that’s often followed with a roll of eyes and a deep sigh that says, ‘Savannah, you’ve said too much.’
I crave reckless openness.
But I don’t know how to just give an inch.
Only hundreds of miles or feet planted firm.
This blog is about opening up and being seen. I’ve got bits of writing stashed everywhere like a squirrel. As I find them or write them, I will share.