write anyways.

I sat at my piano today. My fingers pounded over the same four chords. Something about the progression invited me in. I found myself with lyrics at the tip of my tongue as if they had been there waiting for me. Honest words that carried the depth of the story they told -- I was taken back at my own reaction.

These are the times I feel myself come alive. The deepest parts of me shaken, dusted off, and uncovered. Words that reveal the place I don't want people to see or know. But I write anyways. Because it is a part of me I get to share with others. It is what I can give to this world; my words and half hearted attempt at vulnerability.

A beautiful friend and poet told me the other day, "you might be the worst writer in the world or the best writer in the world but at least you will have evidence of it." 

So here is my evidence. Just like my songs -- heart to keyboard, keyboard to you.

Not sure I have anything worth reading but what I do know is I have a vision. A vision for each of us to dream big, live full, and be free of judgement. To share what inspires us, what we love, and who we truly are. To remember what it means to love each other and not just like a whole bunch of stuff. 

I could give you a nice photo of myself, a stellar sounding bio, interesting photos and a make my life seem really cool from where you are sitting. We all could and most of us do, myself included. But I am not here to prove anything, especially my coolness factor. And I am letting go of how many people actually "like" anything I do. 

I am writing to feel alive. To awake the parts of me that are often silenced by doubt and self judgement. 

Because I believe my doubts and self judgement will always be the opposition of putting myself out there.

But I need more evidence, so I will write anyways.