Fear is a false perception of reality. It’s one of the reasons it took me so long to start writing again. Fear of not doing well. Fear of not capturing the emotions of readers. Fear of not being good enough to share my thoughts or opinions. I was afraid. Not so much of what others would think, but of not living up to what I perceived as success. Writing captivating entries - being authentic - and most importantly connecting with the audience. I was tired of writing about the dailies of celebs lives – who wore what and so on. In college, I spent most of my time writing articles I thought the public would like but nothing that truly fulfilled me. I didn’t dare express my opinion or even show a hint of bias…everything was strictly promotional. I’m at a place in my life where I finally want to show who I am; a woman entering the “real world” and ready for life to begin. Truth be told, life was real since I was 5-years-old, I was just ready to break free of the social constraints I placed upon myself. Call this my “coming out celebration as an educated woman and mother who has shit to say but always felt it was too real to share on a public forum”. I’ve never felt so vulnerable. But vulnerability is power, I'm owning it and all my crazy. Before I thought of it as a sign of weakness, but now I see it as me facing my fears. One woman’s manifesto. This is my moment.