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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 The desire to not worry has superseded the worry.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.
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  1. Abbey @ Surviving Our BlessingsFebruary 8, 2013 at 5:47 PM

    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.

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  2. AnonymousFebruary 8, 2013 at 8:14 PM

    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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