When I write, I bare my heart.
I set down my thoughts and my feelings, my fears and my failures. The words may appear in black and white but they are written with tears, sweat, and blood.
And then, I press publish.
With the click of a button I put my heart out there. Many may read it, but often only a few will really understand.
And yet, it is for those few I write.
Because when the fear starts creeping in, when I write only the facts and tips, my heart doesn’t feel like it is really writing.
To really write, I must bare my heart.
And it is only when I open up my own heart that the hearts of others can be touched.