I have always been creative. I have an intense desire to make things. I like to use what I find, reorganizing it into something new: Something from nothing.
Thoughts are no different than blocks, fabric or food. You compose things based on the knowledge you have gained, stacking one idea on top of another until it forms something uniquely yours.
Most of my writing has been technical in nature. I see things from a different angle than others. People occasionally mistake my unique perspective as intelligence or combativeness. It is simply the sum of my experiences forcing me to evaluate and perceive things differently than most. I'm quirky, but lovable.
Personal writing has been elusive. I have a genuine love of people. Fear of judgement and a genuine terror at the idea someone will dislike me based on my thoughts has kept me silent. I have destroyed all of my old writing for fear of remembering the previous iterations of myself.
I think human connection is the joy of life. Hearing someone else's "me too." Friendships are based on this love. Changes can be made when someone questions your beliefs. Things that compose your soul are made stronger when you speak them out loud.
This is my safe place.