I yearn to share my experiences and ideas with the world. But it makes me so vulnerable doing it! For example, right now I’m working on an article about being a single Jewish person in Vancouver. And I believe it’s an important topic and I of course know that I’m not the only one who has different feelings and ideas about it. My experience has been that people appreciate my candid writing style.
But at the same time I don’t want to sound like a big, desperate loser! Sigh… Why does writing have to have so much inner struggle connected to it?