When I created this blog almost a year and a half ago, I wasn't really sure what to call it. I had seen other blogs with cute little names and cute little backgrounds with pictures of cute little kids. Those are all very, well, cute. But my reasons for creating a blog were not to showcase my cute little life or to follow the recipes of a famous chef and post the results daily. Honestly, I didn't really know what my intention was. But I knew that this seemed like the right thing to do.
As time has gone by, I have written about many things. I have written about my travels, my hopes, dreams, frustrations. I have stirred emotions in many people, some good, some bad. Not once have I ever tried to hurt anyone with my words here, only gently include people who have influenced me in different ways. There is a reason the name "Work in Progress" came to me. This blog is about me....a work in progress.
Over time, I have opened up in my writing, expressing myself deeply and honestly. This is MY expression. This is how I feel. I realize that there are always two sides to every story and thank GOD people don't always agree with each other. How boring! There are going to be those who are moved by what I say and those who are downright pissed off by what I say. That's ok. Because one way or another, I have touched a nerve. And if I have pissed off someone, that means that maybe there is something I need to work on further in my life, or maybe, just maybe, there is something that they need to work on in their life.
So as I continue to write, "Work in Progress", I will do it with the knowledge that I am different from many people but my mission is to be honest in my writing. Not pompous, all-knowing, and judgmental... just honest, authentic, goofy, profound, confused, positive, hurt, angry, hopeful......just "me". I am a work in progress, but after 44 years, I like me. Quite a bit actually. Hope you do too. But if not, that's ok too.
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