Sunday, March 14, 2010
Catching Up, Day 73
It's become rather stale for me to explain my absence with a lack of passion and interest. I can only use being unemployed as a card for so long, if ever. I wish there's something more I can deliver. The truth is that there is, but I'm not ready to share it. I may never be. There's something empowering about writing. You give a part of yourself to anyone reading what you write. You can never take back what's left on paper, exposed for others to see, and unlike spoken words, there's a paper trail to reference. Sure, there's a delete bottom. You can remove what was once there, but that act of putting something out there can never truly be erased just because the evidence disappears. I'm not ready.