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I have a confession to make: I've been a closet-blogger for years.
Yep. Started when I was in high school. I wrote about things like being the sister of an autistic brother, my faith, and trying to be a comic of the written word. Always in a private blog that no one could see.

 If we're going to be honest, I don't write to impress or impact other people. Really. I just write because if I don't, as Jon Acuff so eloquently put, my head and heart will explode (trust me: I've come close a few times). I have documents and documents of unorganized thoughts that came to be because I couldn't think any more; I had to write.

 But I've decided to bring myself into the public blogging realm, just because I need to stretch myself. If I'm spending all this time writing things (and always trying to make it perfect, thank you analytical brain), I may as well post it for the world to see. I know that I've been inspired by blogs of people who didn't think anyone was going to be impacted by their writing. So far be it from me to rob the world of possible inspiration!

 So if you're reading this, I hope you find something you can resonate with or be inspired by. And thanks for stopping in! I'll do my best to be obscure clearly.

 - Danica

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  1. UnknownMarch 30, 2014 at 8:31 AM

    Great idea, dear daughter. You continue to inspire me.

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