First Thing Said..

I am here to get comfortable. I am here to make myself at home. Some Kind of Therapy is me stepping outside of my notebooks. I have been a writer since I was introduced to journaling as a child in elementary at the Montessori school I went to. I know for a fact in elementary and junior high our teachers read our journals. I can’t remember if they did in high school or not. Since then I’ve tried to keep my “babies” hidden. I’ve had a few peepers and they know who they are. I don’t appreciate it, but oh well sometimes when you look for things you don’t like what you find. Anyway, one of my favorite professors Dr. Byrd who is French, hilarious, and has great fashion sense always said don’t be upset if people call your babies ugly. It is their own opinion, and as long as you write your heart out, and love your babies, move on because the baby that they think is ugly doesn’t belong to them. So metaphorically speaking, hear I am like Michael Jackson, removing the blanket from my babies’ heads.