To be Continued...

Once upon a time, I maintained a blog called "Clarity for my Quarterlife". I wrote from about the age of 22 to 26. It was a time of significant growth in my life. I used my blog to navigate my way through trauma and a slew of maladaptive habits and was often able to find my way to a place of better understanding. Despite how good it was to write, my maturity was stunted at that time. There were simply too many things that I understood in a way that was too different from healthy. I feel like I am living a completely different life compared to the course I was on in my twenties, and that is in a completely unexpected and blissful way.

Writing is a worthwhile hobby, and something that I can enjoy while benefitting from it. I have named this project "Tangible Thirty-ish",  because I am nearing the end of my thirties (so, -ish), and I would like to write in a way that touches others. A huge, perhaps not-so-hidden part of who I am is anxiety, major depression, and trauma. My comfort zone usually runs in abysmal conflict with what is healthy, and I am currently on an active journey of becoming more self assured and actualized. I expect that it may mean that the way I touch others through writing may range from humane to visceral. As the cliché inexactly goes: you can't make growth staying in your comfort zone. 

One thing is for certain though (and I'm already making myself uncomfortable by asserting this), this blog is about me. I have the thoughts, I have the feelings, I have the opinions. I am the curator?