Notes I Meant to Keep
I don't know how to write
I don’t really know how to write.
My grammar isn’t great, I can’t always spell things right, and I tend to write the way I talk—usually without taking a breath.
I feel like I have something to say, I’m just not exactly sure what it is yet.
What keeps me from doing all the things I want to feels both simple and complicated at the same time: fear.
I worry about what people think, especially the people I love.
Who’s going to see this?
What will they say?
Are they making fun of me behind my back?
As I’m writing this, I’m realizing it’s not just fear—it’s insecurity too.
I try a lot of different things. I’m the kind of person who sees something slightly interesting and immediately wants to try it. I’ll get really into it, hyper-fixate on it, and then quit before I ever finish.
This might end up being one of those things.
But maybe not.


