It is not in my nature to share my inner thoughts and opinions. I have a close circle of friends and family who hear nearly every thought which passes through my head, and my default response to sharing anything profound beyond this small circle is well, why is it any of your business.
The notion of any random person being able to strike up a conversation about something I share is one of very few chronic anxieties I possess.
But increasingly I despair at the thought of building a career by proving my worth to supervisors who think I'm difficult because I don't want to do all work-related writing through AI.
I don't know how successful I'll be at regularly writing when every five minutes one or the other of my cats needs my attention before they expire. But my hope is to carve a place to express something which encompasses my anger, hope, joy, silliness.