I feel like the title says it all...right?

Hi, I'm Heather. I'm new to blogging. Maybe not entirely, I did live journal on a Xanga back in the day (yes, I'm an OG Millennial). But, in the modern sense, I'm a blog virgin ready for deflowering. I've always had a love/hate relationship with writing. I love the art of expression through written word. Language is full of hidden treasures. Sometimes it offers the excitement of double meanings. Or, it reveals messages from our unconscious. Or,just one word, just one small collection of letters, can evoke something as intense as tears or laughter. Writing is language, and language is connection. I long to be in more connection in the world (more on that journey later.) That being said, my grammar is atrocious. I still don't understand commas, and therefore sprinkle them generously in a random fashion throughout my sentences. I hate that my brain is too fast for my fumbling, typing fingers. And I definitely hate writing constipation. You know, when you so desperately want to write something...anything, and...nothing comes out no matter how long you sit on the toilet...er uh...keyboard. However, I've promised myself I'd work on that. Grammar and structure can be trained. Passion and verve, cannot. So if you happen to be a lovely and curious human who's eyes land on these words, thank you. And, you've been warned.

INT. BEDROOM - DUSK A lamp softly lights a woman on her bed with a computer in her lap. She types...

ME: Have you ever been in transition? I'm assuming yes. What kind? Was it career? A move? A breakup? Change in identity? Change in gender? We all transition at some point, right? Life isn't sustainable without it. I like to think I'm a person who seeks change. I almost wrote "embraces change", and realized that was a fucking lie. "Embrace" would entail some kind of serenity, or peace. Peace? I hate the word, As I hate hell, all Montagues and thee. Have at thee coward!!! Oh sorry, I digress. My point is, I seek out change only to wrestle with it till we're both bloody and can't see straight. I don't like change, but I like the excitement. The thrill of the ride. But...it also drives me crazy.
It is a specific perspective to see and be seen through...if you're lucky enough to feel seen at all. As I embark on what I hope to be a meaningful project, I am painfully aware of the omnipresence of fear, doubt, frustration, excitement, hope and fierce determination of being in transition.