I’ve been trying to write this post for weeks now. I think, in part, because I’m still trying to understand my feelings around it all and what I’m hoping to achieve by writing it. Usually when I write, I have at least a vague sense of where I’m hoping to go, even if the path ahead appears to be covered in fog. This time though, I feel like I’ve been blindfolded, spun around 10 times and then left in the middle of a swamp with no idea which way is out or whether it’s safe to even try and move.
telling our stories without breaking their trust
telling our stories without breaking their…
telling our stories without breaking their trust
I’ve been trying to write this post for weeks now. I think, in part, because I’m still trying to understand my feelings around it all and what I’m hoping to achieve by writing it. Usually when I write, I have at least a vague sense of where I’m hoping to go, even if the path ahead appears to be covered in fog. This time though, I feel like I’ve been blindfolded, spun around 10 times and then left in the middle of a swamp with no idea which way is out or whether it’s safe to even try and move.