Most writers consider an audience when putting words on a page. Whatever the piece might be, they think about the reader, and how they might interpret the message. However, my audience was never anyone in particular. When writing I express my inner beliefs, feelings and passions; similarly to painting a picture. It’s a form of self expression. It comes from a different kind of a place. I’ve kept journals, and notebooks full of poetry and short narratives since youth. Self expression is mostly done for “self.” If someone finds something valuable in the language or painting, that makes it even more interesting. With that said, when writing for the “public” one must consider those that might judge, form opinions, and ultimately create own view of the author. That’s the danger in such sharing. Am I ready for criticism and critique? Will I be able to truly express everything the way I wish to, if a real audience is listening? Hard to say. What I do know is that I was advised and encouraged by close friends to push forward with the site as a blog. To advertise it, and invite others to perhaps get inspired, connect and find something meaningful from my own personal life experiences. I would like to try; even though confidence, as of now, is telling me, “Don’t rush. Everything has its time and place.” Yes, patience and coincidences must work together on this one.