A not so funny thing happened when I moved from a blog site to my own website. I lost my voice.<\/p>\n

I realize now that with a blog<\/em>, I felt safe to dash off a few words about this or that. Sometimes they were great, sometimes not. But it was okay because it was only a blog<\/em>, and everyone knows it’s amateur hour and it’s okay whatever you jot down.<\/p>\n

Then I got my own website (Aslan Solutions <\/a><\/strong><\/span>was great to work with). Suddenly the pressure was on. I was real<\/em>. I needed to make sure everything I put out there was at least solid<\/em>, if not great<\/em>. I mean – I have my own website!<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

I froze. I lost direction. I became afraid. I started playing Cookie Jam on my Kindle Fire and Words with Friends on my new iPhone instead of writing.<\/p>\n

In today’s social climate I am a bit afraid to speak out about anything. If I talk about with family I’m afraid someone might be offended. If I express opinions about politics and social issues, I’m afraid of the hateful things people might say or think about me when they disagree (have you seen the stuff people write on Facebook?). If I talk about my dog the cat lovers will tune out. If I talk about my children, it might look like bragging. I am consumed with what people think.<\/p>\n

But I don’t want to live in fear anymore. It won’t be easy, it will be two steps forward and one step back. I will stumble and fall. But I will get up.<\/p>\n

Stay tuned.<\/p>\n

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