But you can call me Emi.
I’m not sure exactly how to put into words why I write. I know that I do it in an effort to explore. I realized, through writing, that I’m becoming more aware, more curious, more accepting. Of myself, others, and the world around me.
It’s a funny thing when you let it all out and don’t care who is there to see it or in this case read it. I definitely don’t have it figured out. Most days I don’t even know what I want for breakfast: pizza or bagels?
I mean honestly, why is it considered impractical to want a life that’s wild and free and creative? It’s my life, isn’t it?