And so it begins...

I love to write. I love to reflect on things. I have been told, and I quite agree, that my "inner" world can sometimes be more real to me than the physical world in which I live. This works for me and against me. This is my attempted truce with my own hesitancy to invite others into this space. As I see it, the power to choose to move along with anonimity frees me from my insecurities, at least a bit. When I am honest, I want my heart to be known. And more slimply, I love the idea of a place to generally wax philosophical.