Brave

 I can be brave. I can be myself in front of people.
Why should I be afraid for people to see me?

This paper is all crinkly but I finally painted the leaves. I did at least once.

Every time I would drive to my temporary home in the country, it was so beautiful.

It was a tough story about why I left.

Every time I go to type or write something, I draw a blank

I have a block like it isn't safe.

I need to start somewhere. 

I like being able to go into the HTML and fix it if I don't like the formatting.

I can do that.

I would like to do stand up.

I wont be able to remember anything but I don't think that would be necessary.

I could just ask someone in the crowd a question and go off that.

My brain works by association and once Im writing, I am thinking about writing and maybe need to connect that back to whatever it is I want to write about.

My feelings feel bad. To the point where it physical.

If hogwarts existed, it would have meditation class.

It would be the most important one.

Trying to erase mindfulness from magic scares me.