I wish I had the strength mentally to write, type, and post, but it doesn't work out that way some times. When I decided to become a blogger, I did not want to create a blog that's offensive to others. I wanted to be unique and spill the words, phrases, and actions of my life on an open forum to begin releasing the fear of... me. Then this endless game of "So What's Next 2020" continues with new perils in store, which at first I did not want to talk about, but because it's taking up too much space in my head, I typed it out. Then it goes to me going back to what I stated in the beginning: I did not want to create a blog to offend others. No one told me this nor accused me of doing such. Ta-da! My brain, folks. 

So, I took over a month to think of why I care so much about being offensive. I learned some things about me and it has given me a glimpse into how to turn down the volume in my brain when it coming to offending someone. I learned this: I care because I'm created this way. I have to care about all is what I have been telling myself. I am also realistic: I am not cut out to be a people pleaser, thus lack the ability to be able to not offend some. If all I do is worry constantly about someone's opinion of me, all I am creating will become a disservice to me. Wanting to clear my brain of opinions and research on what is wrong with these opinions, and those opinions that are good, expand upon them. I can't freely be me if I am stifling myself when this is an outlet for me to heal. Yes, I am aware others won't like my words and I am fine with it. I also know there is someone out on this planet who maybe a little like me; an over-thinker that needs to clear their brains for more space, or you may be someone going through a similar situation mentioned in the post. I want you to take something from this. I want this blog to be a beacon to those who may be looking for some unexpected advice.

I will be typing out my feelings tomorrow and post at least one starting Sunday. I am taking a break from the talking to others, including electronically, and watching mindless crap for 48 hours starting midnight tonight. I have a lot to talk about... I mean type about. See ya!