I don't believe in this anymore.

 I haven't been writing in this blog much this year. I wanted to but was wrestling with God. I wanted it to be my way and not His. I wanted to share it all over social media whenever I posted, whenever I was taking a break from it, and, even at the start of this post, feeling the need to explain myself on it!

This is my space. I want to invite you into it! I don't want my fear of rejection or judgment to cloud anything here. So, I'm setting off into the horizon and never looking back. What can you expect on the S.S. Jessie? Let's talk about that.

One of my favorite things as a young girl was imagining life on a ship. So naturally, S.S. Jessie will be adventurous and carefree like I was. The ship I'm talking about is this lifelong writing journey... it's not just the blog here.

See, I love writing. Journaling, storytelling, and notebook scribbles are a few pastimes I enjoy. Mainly I give myself a chance to organize my thoughts and release some feelings of control during these times. Why go to therapy when you can just type or pen along your way?

I think social media deferred my hopes of getting my voice on paper (or Word document or blog draft) because I thought if I wasn't promoting myself I wouldn't be accepted or it would be too scary. Just being little old me felt stale. Not to mention I've just hit the halfway mark to the last year of early adulthood. 35 is just around the corner and I couldn't be more in denial. So, I didn't even feel I had much to offer. 

This year God showed me it's a year for Foundations. Beliefs, ideologies, and inner self are currently mine! Writing about these things will help me filter in (and filter out) the nitty gritty of life. I'll be brainstorming topics and having in real life conversations that I will share in the upcoming year. 

I don't believe in sharing it all on social media anymore. Thank goodness I don't have to (and you don't either) because we get to choose what's public or not.

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