moving on, then.

I wrote earlier this week about needing to tell a story; about sharing the parts of who I am that I'm not proud of.

 Can I get a re-do on that?

I mean, don't get me wrong, I still think that my story must be told. The good and the bad. Your story must be told, too. But with each passing day, I've felt a pull not to share (explicitly anyway) what's been going on. Although there could be benefit in walking you through every last emotion and thought in my head the past two weeks, I don't think it would be the best thing.

I want my story to be told in other ways. I don't think I need to explain everything that's happened, but instead, I want the changes in my heart to be shown through the way I approach and write about life as it's unfolding around me. 

Moving on, then.