[In]Action

There is little for myself that I can really reveal in a public space. I make faces at people probably everyday on the subway, but I need to admit to myself that I can't blog for fear of public embarassment. It's definitely not a good kind of self-consciousness. It was easier a couple of years ago, when blogs were not what they are now. I can't pretend I'm a writer or an artist when I'm not doing anything in a visible domain which shows as such. I have to remember how to document again, especially visually. I miss that most.
(I should treat myself to a camera finally. Too bad I'm so stingy.)

I want to contribute, and to learn and to give to the community I exist within. I feel bad about giving up on that brown girl blog, but I'll be honest, it was a fleeting desire, and I'm most likely having commitment issues as usual. It was my post-YSS fling.

I'm off to explore, and to actually force myself to DO things whereby I can (with some confidence feel creative or helpful in some way, I must re-articulate myself to remember what I am). My deepest concerns cannot be aired in this space any longer.

Khuda-hafiz!