That’s easy to say- even easier to type.
Harder to live.
I loathe limits, fear my flaws, resist humanity’s core.
It takes ample courage to embrace imperfection.
And even more to laugh it off.
When making silly vids like the one above, I fret insincerity. Am I being my whole, true Self keeping things light when things have been so hard?
Pain is prominent. I can’t avoid that truth, nor do I wish to enhance it.
I don’t care about “disturbing the comfortable”, though I long to comfort the disturbed.
I want my work to be a haven for those who grew up feeling like they didn’t belong, as I did.
I woke up crying recently. (This happens more than I’d care to admit.)
I picked up my book, read some stories, and found comfort therein.
Perhaps, if my writing can help me, it can help others, too.
Buy my book here.