A while back, I questioned why I write so many drafts and never actually post them. 

Part of it stems from the fear of sharing my ( true ) life story, because it’s scary to be vulnerable. While this blog is supposed to be for others ( and myself ) to learn through my experiences, I’ve forgotten that and have instead, attached weight to the image I present of myself to you reading here. That is something I want to learn to let go -- to be honest and share what’s really happening in my life and not the fantastical, edited, “perfect” version where the lessons are skewed in favor of making my life look like all is going well.

Another part is that I realized drafts are my way of communicating to myself. Where I might not be sure where I’m going with an idea, but it’s something important and exciting floating around in my head that I want to explore in the moment. I have a few of these “epiphany” moments everyday, where they’ll often fade away if I don’t get them down on paper, but I don’t often go back to revisit them ( or make them shareable ). 

I used to think these unpolished thoughts wouldn’t be interesting for others. That they weren’t worth reading because they weren’t refined or curated for who’s reading. But it goes back to the reason why I’m writing this blog -- to share my life and my story. It’s not supposed to be about refinement or an audience in-mind, but about the observations and moments that I experience. 

Maybe these drafts are a look into my inner thoughts. Maybe they’ll reveal something useful to someone passing by. They’re not doing anything useful in the draft box ( like this one was ), so maybe I’ll just share them to see what happens.