I'm being challenged, in my writing.. taking this Define class with Sharon Mckeeman and it's pushing me.. pushing buttons.. pushing my thoughts and my writing. I"m hoping for wings.. that won't get clipped. That I'll take what I'm learning and not leave it behind but fly with the new knowledge I have. It's grasping a hold, not looking back but totally being comfortable in my own skin as a writer. I've let it slip away these last few years.. hampered down by what I should be writing and not writing from my heart. I feel like I've lost my way in how to project my ideas, my thoughts.. and well, I've become a chicken.. not being brave, to share from the heart.. to many roadblocks put in the way by people who I looked on as friends. There was a time when I was more willing to share, but over shouting voices drown you out, so much to the point that you just stop talking, stop letting people, because those words from a friend.. might return with " I don't have time to listen to you" or " I don't want to hear about your situation".. so you move along.. you let those friends slip away into the distance. Safety.. there's a safety in distance.. but there's also a need for healing.. to move forward, to forge ahead. This is me, this is where I'm at.