After all, I’m a writer. And why wouldn’t a writer write for fun? On their own platform? With no agenda?
I’ve been working for the last year on some serious emotional growth, and a voice in my head told me that if I was really going to get back to myself and stay rooted in my identity, then I needed to come back to the roots of why I write.
It’s not to earn money. It’s not to have clout. It’s not to egotistically blast some message.
It’s to make people feel more connected. To remind them they’re not alone. So, I don’t know what I’ll write here, friends. It could be anything. I have no plan. I have no ideas. I’m just going to write.