It's funny when i think about it at times. The way i have this fear of letting my family read my writing but can let a complete stranger read it. I just came to a place in my life where i would open up to my fam about my writing. I guess its easier for a stranger to judge you and not worry what their thoughts are but to think of your family not liking something your so passionate about bothers me. Now i know im doing this for me whether the next man or my loved ones like it. When you finally come into your own its such a lovely feeling. I love my life even with all the tribulations. Im not doing as great as i was last year or the year before, but just to know i have a purpose brings me joy.