Musing

Shall I write today? I don't know what to write. Should I share the secrets that don't appear here? I don't know if I'm ready to expose myself that much. Writing helps, and I feel only half of myself is here. Am I being a fraud? Or am I merely being selective and self protective?

Exhilaration

My notes are on the lectern. I take a step back. "Don't hang on, it looks desperate" prompts the last piece of my conscious mind.

B-i-i-i-i-i-g breath.

"I've never understood why people study their family history."

"Until now"

I look around the room. They are smiling. I can do this.

"My mum just found out ...."