On writing

Sometimes I like to pretend I have one of those fancy blogs, you know the kind where every picture looks delicious?  Where you wish your life was that beautiful and simple and homegrown?  You know, the kind you have to scroll all the way down to the bottom after about a page and a half of deep explanation for why they sliced the peaches that way to get to the real recipe at the end?

Yeah this probably isn't that kind of blog. However I am putting up the end of this season's peaches.  Aren't peaches such a pretty fruit?

I want to write. Literally every day I have inner dialogues that I think "This would make a great blog."  But I am chicken. I was telling a friend yesterday that writing scares me. It is so much more vulnerable than speaking. I love my job as counselor in part because it involves speaking (and listening of course.) I get instant feedback and if my message was received. I also love to do public speaking and trainings. The feedback, the looks, the laughs, the nods are instant.  Writing?  It's like "well here's my heart..."  Crickets.  Also no inflection.  Like did you know I wasn't speaking of literal crickets?  Maybe maybe not... But now that I am off of Facebook (I am always in some kind of battle with my love hat relationship with media) I figure possibly no one will read this anyway. It's like letting go of a balloon and letting it float up into the cloud. Maybe this will be a good place to do a little practice. If you are reading this I'd love a comment. Likely it's just my mom.  (Hi Mama!)  

PS- https://www.southernliving.com/how-to/freeze-peaches