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For some reason or other I have the most difficult time writing about the "everyday". It's strange because it encompasses the majority of life. All the overlooked, under appreciated events in life: meals, interactions and errands, truly are meaningful. I enviously read others accounts of their days and interactions. I really am interested. I really am entertained. Except when I try to share those "everydays" in my on life I feel silly and boring.

All this sharing and posting would be a lot easier if I could just write about well, anything and everything. I find myself contemplating and pouring myself in to topics and find my emotionally vulnerability glaring back at me. I go out to eat at fun places, get regular mani and pedis and live my life with a fair amount of enjoyment but I might not ever be able to adjust my writing style.

I'm sure it strange thing to fuss over. But it does worry me about I have trouble with my identity in a number of ways. Other individuals have found their focus a almost exclusively write about fashion, motherhood, diy, etc... I haven't found my platform other than just me and even more specific my thoughts and my feelings. Just working on the lifelong process of self acceptance and attempting to extend my own abilities.