an archive of living
a tiny space where I would like to honor my days, my words, and everything that I love
for those moments when I am able to dissect my thoughts, muster the courage to talk about them and pen them down
a life where I have more questions than answers
Know that each word that I put down is an act of bravery and showing up—mistakes, vulnerabilities, and all.
Life, after all, is too short to be scared of being human.
May all these be a remembrance of everything that I value in this life.
November 06, 2021
Being vulnerable and having the courage to open up takes practice. LOTS of practice. And if you’re like me, who has never done it in quite a long time, it can be a disaster.
To save myself from the embarrassment and prying eyes of my social media network, I thought I could do that here. I mean, eventually, maybe, people I know or people who know me will find this, but at least, I will not put myself out in the open for everybody’s consumption.
It just feels strange nowadays. I don’t want to open my heart anymore to just about anyone–anyone who’s just going to pass me by.
I don’t want to be anyone’s background noise.
If I am getting myself to talk, I want someone to listen intently to what I say. You don’t have to say anything back to me, but at least, hear me out if you care enough. If not, then that’s fine, too. You can leave, and I’ll keep holding this space. Thank you for visiting, though.
Like most people, I do want to be seen and heard, BUT with the intention.
Intention makes a whole lot of difference.
I can’t promise anything beautiful to read here. My words are clumsy, raw, often angry, and all over the place.
If anything, you will have my honesty and my truth.
— Misty
