Authentically Inauthentic

There is so much to process, yet social media is not where I want to do that. It seems here I only show half of myself. You see the flowers, garden, kids playing, things I’m baking and some of the books I’m reading. But there are questions, frustrations, conversations, joys and accomplishments that aren’t shared.
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As a writer I feel a responsibility to process publicly. Also as a writer I feel the pressure to stick to a niche. Hospitality and home. And so it’s getting muddled. I feel flaky here. I feel like I’m trying to hard to show up. I feel authentically inauthentic.
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This space holds a special place in my heart. The people I’ve “met”, the inspiration, the encouragement and the humor. Thanks for hanging with me. Thanks for showing up too as I’m sure a lot of you feel the same way.