There is something freeing in expressing oneself to another.

We want to be heard, to be understood, to be tectonic.

Writing is something I cannot not do – it may take me time to phrase a sentence just so, or I may have a season of writer’s block, but I still write.

Is my writing always accurate the first time; the second? More often than not I have to reread something between five and ten times before I’m completely satisfied, and even then I often wonder if the true meaning I intend to convey will be evident. So, while the expression of oneself is freeing, it is also intimidating and unnerving.