There was something freeing about writing here on this blog when I started it almost 10 years ago. No one knew me. Heck, I'm not sure that I knew myself. I knew my obsessions and hopes and that I loved to write. That's what drove me. And then at some point I became "known" or a somewhat "known" figure when my book came out. I'm not famous but I'm a semi-public person because of my book and speaking engagements now. I realized I wanted to be careful about what I shared -- I wanted to be cultivated. Basically, I have been very busy "curating" myself. But that's really hard to do when my self is in a very different place than my curated self. That's where I find myself today. I want to write some very difficult posts -- posts about struggles that I'm going through as an artist and a person. I feel like it would help me purge or even think about new questions. Anyway, we'll see if I do this. I'm working up my nerve.