When I turned 25 this year I set myself the intention of writing more and so far I’ve failed miserably – except that’s not completely accurate. I’ve written a few things but for some reason, I have held back from publishing them on my blog.
All the adventures are there waiting to be written but I’ve felt scared to put some of what I know and love out there. In part, I fear the judgement of what other people will think or say about what I write. And then there’s the fact of not being the best writer, although I enjoy sharing what I do so much.
I will write more and I will publish what I write.
My grammar sucks and has for as long as I can remember (that memory includes Miss Taylor’s year 11 all-girls English class, which rocked by the way) and I have a seemingly backwards way of putting things together. But I’ve decided I won’t put myself in the way of doing what I love. There’s no point in having a voice if you don’t let anyone hear it. And, how can you ever improve at something if you don’t practise that very thing?

