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Five Minute Friday: Bare

I often worry that I'm not brave enough to be a blogger. I don't know that I can bare my soul like I should to be an effective blogger. I rarely tell someone everything about me. Some friends know some things, others know different details. It would probably take a panel of friends together to reveal the true and complete me.

I am getting better about being the true and complete me. It is easier for me now to be myself around people - I don't worry so much about how people feel about me. The desire to not worry has superseded the worry. I don't care that people know that I love CW shows, that I sleep on sock monkey sheets, and that my true age is 51 as of tomorrow. There is a freedom in being bare, in not keeping track of who knows what and how to act around which person.

My desire with my blog is to help people through a period of adjustment, to get to the bare essentials of life to realizing what makes them happy. To do that, I feel as though I need to be honest and bare myself about what has helped and hurt me through the journey through my period of adjustment. I think if one person is helped through what I write, the baring of my soul will be worth it.


  1. Major life changes are hard, and writing honestly about them is hard, too. You're brave to live your change and to share it with others. I hope you have a really happy birthday tomorrow and that you keep on speaking your truth with courage. Blessings.

  2. Great post! I hope you have a wonderful birthday tomorrow, and I'm a little jealous of the sock monkey sheets. (and my true age is 48)


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