Naked

I sit here afraid to type anything. I feel so exposed even though I've said nothing. Like I'm standing naked in front of a million strangers and they're all staring at me.

What to say. I purposed to use this blog as a release, a meandering of my thoughts, my life, my heart--a journal if you will. But the nakedness of it all.

It seems so silly. Probably no one will read it. And if anyone does that person proably doesn't know me, doesn't know my family, my history. That person wouldn't be able to point me out in a crowd or come knocking at my door. Still I'm afraid.

Afraid of what? Seems silly. Afraid of rejection from strangers? Maybe. Afraid to be laid open, my soul naked, bared to the world? Probably. But still I write. I feel I've nothing to say, but so much I want to. Still...

I'll start here. This small glimpse of my soul, my fear of nakedness, of being known is enough for now. Then maybe a little more. And maybe by then I won't care who reads it, who sees me--knows me in all of my nakedness.