There’s a quote from Henry Miller I really like:
I really feel that. Especially this last line, “I cannot say what I think and feel.”
Sometimes I have trouble drawing out my ideas and sharing them with the world. My beliefs feel concrete, but when pressed their edges are less refined. In part, it’s because life isn’t a simple black & white; right & wrong; dog & cat.
Sometimes dogs have claws for no explainable reason. I’ve seen cats growl. And I’ve been opened to the possibility that I may be wrong about more than I’m right about in life.
I must record my convictions! Otherwise, who will keep me accountable to myself?
It’s not that I don’t have strong beliefs (I do!), but lately I’ve been wondering: how well do I believe my own beliefs?
That’s why, for the rest of this year my intention is to publish more writing in an effort to “give up the ghost.”
The goal is to learn.