Hardship

I accept and respect my strengths and flaws, and almost every single day, I feel like I’m overflowing with words / thoughts / muses / questions / insights / and more that I usually talk myself out of sharing with the world.

The humanity and honesty that I respect so much in bloggers is something I haven’t worked up the bravery for yet.

I debate with myself on a daily basis about my blogging, and how or whether I should filter my writing, and what I make public on my website.

These thoughts and internal debates stem from a few different areas of my life, both current and past.

I myself – as in, me, Katie Bickley Findling – am okay with being 100% honest, and sharing the real emotions, accomplishments, stumbles, goals, and musings with the world.

I haven’t lived too long, but I consider myself to have lived with a lot of depth.

I’ve had quite a few one-in-a-million experiences, and my fair share of memorable moments, and they’ve been astoundingly good, astoundingly bad, and everywhere in between.

The nagging corner of my brain, however – the responsible corner, probably – says to tread significantly more lightly than that.

While I myself – me, Katie Bickley Findling – may be okay with being 100% honest with myself and the world, that doesn’t mean everybody else is.

Beyond that, I’m afraid to share any details of hardship that helped to develop my character and soul, because I don’t want to portray myself as a victim or disrespect the influential, positive people that did just as much to positively develop said character and soul (if not more).

Argh.