Blackthorn

As I sat down to begin my blog I wondered, 'What should I talk about?' Should I talk about my past or my future? My family or my friends? My relationship or lack thereof?

Then something hit me.
'Will anyone even care?' Does anyone want to hear about my life and how I'm living it, where I've been or how I got there?

I don't know.

Let me begin by explaining the name of my blog.
Blackthorn has always had a special meaning to me.
A Blackthorn is a plant which can grow in the harshest climates. Even when nature is trying to push it down, to utterly destroy its existence, it survives. Blackthorns are beautiful to look at. When you come upon one, you want to reach out and touch its delicate blossoms. But beware, as beautiful as this plant appears, it is dangerous. Sharp, prickly, black thorns are hidden underneath its pristine white blossoms. You will feel the pain prick your fingers, blood may be drawn and you will never forget it.
But you'll be back again next season when it blooms, to experience it all over again.

I am a Blackthorn.
Espina Nerga...

So where are we going?
As I begin my journey into the world of blogging I'm just going to let it flow. You're going to see the good, the bad, the ugly, and everything in between. There are no walls, only windows in which to see through. Nothing is off limits. Walk with me and experience my highs and lows, my peaks and valleys. More importantly, let's learn from each other. Hold my hand. We'll do it together.