a promise

I believe certain things. They just seem to strike me as true after all I've been through and experienced. And I have a problem with blogging. To me, it makes no sense to blog unless one is honest. And that means being honest about everything. No editing. No censoring. It's not a popular position. I read other blogs. Often everyday. And that's question I'm always left with. How honest is this person?

So what do I believe? That I'm flawed. And often struggle between my public perception and my private perception. That I believe we are all interconnected. That I can learn from you and that writing about my own experience can help us both. That my writing is important. That your happiness -- in itself is important -- but not as a consequence of what I write.

That ego -- yours or mine -- matters little to me. That yes......I could go back into therapy......or keep a journal....but that I'd rather deal with being flawed.....in public......out there.....for all to see...again....we're interconnected.

So what does what I believe mean to what I write? Good question. I also don't believe in easy answers. I'm trying to capture in words (often imprecise as Spock mentioned) what it means to be a thinking, seeking to understand, rational person. And invite anyone who may stop here on this blog along for the ride.

Your choice.