It’s been a while since I’ve written here. I stepped back because I wasn’t feeling so “baldly forward” or confident. If anything, I was feeling baldly backward, not just in how I view myself, but in the stories I often tell myself about living as an Alopecian. Isn’t that a cool name? I had no idea until recently that I could call myself an Alopecian. Better yet—an Alopecian Lesbian? Very sci-fi! Okay. Got sidetracked there.
One of the stories I started telling myself was that nobody would really want to read what I have to share. Another reason I paused is a bit more complicated. Some days, I long to write and share here in Baldly Forward. But then I hesitate. I wonder how I can talk about my personal experience when others are hurting so deeply.
It seems the world is falling apart right now. We are exposed to so much violence, and there’s an epidemic of hate and a disregard for human life, decency, kindness, and all that makes us good. We are inundated with it every day, and I feel the weight of it more than I ever have.
Yet, I’m here today. I’m not writing from a place of having figured it all out, but I am making the effort to show up and connect. This space was never about perfection anyway.
A Few Things I Keep Coming Back To
My mind’s been busy lately, and here are a few topics that have been brewing:
- Why creating art is so important in such a heavy world
- Why sharing that art is a powerful gift to both giver and recipient
- And how I’m baldly moving through life
Whether you’re familiar with my blog or you’re just now finding this space, I appreciate you being here. If anything I’ve shared here about self-doubt, overthinking, and the heaviness of the moment resonates with you, I hope this post and future posts help you feel less alone.
Baldly yours,
Jenny
Baldly Forward 
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