Ok. So I've been "finishing" my memoir, "Saggy Boobs, Stretch Marks and Saddle Bags" for the past year. And although the anticipation is building and my friends & fans are patiently waiting, I'm still struggling to finish. I even have the cover of the book done.
Mind you, the chapters are finished. I know that my book needs a little more "Me" behind it but subconsciously, I've honestly been looking for every excuse in the world not to finish. I didn't know why.
Then I thought about it, as public as I am, I'm realizing that the constant unveiling of myself within this book reveals a chunk of exiled pain, in which by keeping it locked inside, I've hurt myself so much.
The book is a mental and emotional exposé of sorts, a way for me to let go because I'm important to myself and my life story hasn't reflected that. I don't want to hide anymore. I'm hoping that my stories that caused me to hide from life in the first place now forces me outside of myself to help those who needs to hear it. It's not about just me.
I must keep that on mind.