One Chapter At A Time

Nashville has been one crazy adventure so far, and even my closest friends don't know my story down to every detail. I want to make sure people know that, if I do open up to you over the next few weeks or months (or years) about things that have happened in Nashville, the fact that I didn't open up to you sooner does not reflect on my not caring about or loving you.

The truth is...

When A LOT happens, there is A LOT for a girl to process, and sometimes the only thing she can do is take one day at a time and turn to the people and resources she needs in the moment in order to get by. As one friend told me by phone: "It's your story, and it's your choice who you share it with, when you share it, and how much you choose to share."

If I haven't told you things, that doesn't necessarily mean I'm hiding them from you. The truth is that it is not reasonably possible to keep people updated on my story.

If I am hiding things from you, it isn't because I don't love you. It's because I need to process me. It's because living itself takes up energy and reliving old experiences would be overload. It's because I'm trying to live in the present. It's because lately EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. of my life could fill up AT LEAST an entire chapter in a novel. (I have, in fact, started processing things and telling stories in an autobiography.)

If I don't tell you the whole story or hide some major life occurrences that have happened to me, please don't take it personally. Please don't think it means that our friendship isn't real or doesn't matter to me. It does. But if you care about me you'll at least try to understand that it isn't reasonably possible for me to tell all right this moment.

So... go rock at life! Skype me for updates! But know that I need to be able to tell my story... one chapter at a time.