Thinking about ending this.

Sharing thoughts and feelings as I do 😅.

I like writing about feelings. And talking about feelings. And learning about feelings. And even feeling feelings.

I don’t know if you’ve noticed, ha.

I’ve been a blogger since high school, honestly. I’ve shared my woes with the world since I was a know-it-all teenager who didn’t understand I was extremely sheltered and neurodivergent.

But lately, I keep getting flickers of a thought—something telling me to change or reconfigure or even abandon this space. I just don’t know if I’m providing value here. I can see how many people open my emails, and it’s an alarmingly large amount. But really, what am I doing here? I suppose I’d like to normalize emotional expression so deep thinking, deep feeling weeping willows can feel less alone in this world, but…is this the way to do it?

I enjoy telling stories.

Writing about my character, Hope, cocking her fist back and punching Fear in the face, was such a relief to me during a time when I was seriously struggling myself. Her obsession with understanding humans and wanting so badly to be liked mirrored my own desires at the time. Or when I wrote about Mona, sitting at brunch with a bunch of Corporate Baddies, loathing every minute. As cynical as she seems…I’ve felt that. And it felt good to get it out in fictional form.

Also, I don’t know where to wedge this in, but I’m pretty bad at math. I used to be really good at math. I was a mathlete in AP classes. But now? Not so much. Anywho, I calculated pricing for my hardcovers incorrectly, and I have to raise the prices. Giving everyone a heads up! I’m also removing the sale from my Work Your Weird branding workbook. When? Probably today. Maybe tomorrow.

I also enjoy expressing myself and finding connections between music, cartoons, and the world we’re forced to live in.

Megan Thee Stallion, Coraline, & Dealing With Fake Kindness.

Kendrick Lamar, fate, and...penguins?

Prince Bojji & the loneliness of difference.

On being queer, weird, and unlikeable.

Not only is it fun for me, but it also helps me understand that my experiences are not isolated to just me. Someone had to have felt these things in order to write these stories that millions of people have watched.

The downside to writing about feelings week after week? My relationships are taking a hit.

No matter how many disclaimers I add, how many warnings I dole out, or how much I tell people not to read too deeply into my words, I’ve still ended up stepping on toes. Making people paranoid. Or muddying connections.

Because anyone can log in and see what I’m feeling, I’ve also had people try to manipulate me without telling me that they’re subscribed here. It’s tiring.

But I do feel a sense of connection here. It’s an outlet for my feelings where I can also feature other writers who lean on the sensitive side like I do. Maybe I just need to rebrand? Focus on storytelling? Or just end the whole thing. I’m not sure.

But, as always, I thought I’d share my thoughts on the matter.

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