no more snails

I haven't had anything great to write about lately, and I'm a little sad about that. One thing I've learned though, is that there is an ebb and flow to writing, and it comes when the time is right. Sometimes there is too much in our brains that it's impossible to pinpoint and get it all out. I started this blog, though, for a particular purpose. When I write, I see a piece of me on the screen, and I'm sharing it with whomever chooses to read my blog. I put myself in a vulnerable situation- which is not an act true to my nature. I used to hide my feelings and thoughts in a book I still keep hidden, but I realize that when we open ourselves to the world and truly expose our souls, we're inviting countless other souls to know us. A lot of people ask me if I fear that I share too much sometimes...and yes, that thought terrifies me, but it's all the more reason to spill myself on a page when moved. What's wrong with sharing pieces of ourselves for other's reading enjoyment? Especially because I do not stick my neck out. I do not take risks in letting people in. I feel worn down by so many rejecting experiences-as I'm sure so many of you do too, but this is my little way of retraining myself. It takes a special person to pass my guards at the looming brick wall before the real Caitlin. The wall has unexpectantly crumbled recently, though, and I feel a willingness to let more people in. Keeping my ears perked, ready to recoil into my shell at any sign of a threat is exhausting. So do this with me. Open up without fear because life is a risk. If you're not taking any, you're not living.