just please speak up
so I know if you actually exist.
this blogging thing, it’s soul-baring and terrifying. as an english major i express myself primarily in essays and to a limited, known audience. the level of vulnerability that publishing pieces on the internet introduces is a very new, very uncomfortable experience and while it takes a heaping dose of humility to accept criticism of my writing, negative feedback would be worlds better than none. it would justify my efforts and let me know that someone cared enough, or was moved enough, to respond.
enjoyable as it is at times, blogging doesn’t serve me any advantage. i don’t need a domain name to journal and take pictures. but it’s an outlet, a way to share stories from my life as i know it and interact with friends and family from home who aren’t with me in person at present.
only, one-sided heart-to-hearts don’t really benefit anyone.
so please – if you read my posts, respond. tell me you hate my excessive lists, if that’s the case. or that you want to know what other gelato flavors i’ve tried, if you do. let me know what’s new in your life. give me travel suggestions if you feel so inclined. or just say “hi.” whatever feels right. that would be lovely. i might even treat you to a cappuccino.