My approach to writing in the early years was fairly simple: I wanted affirmation, vindication. There was a bit of good old-fashioned judginess mixed in. In short, I wanted people to tell me I was pretty and I wanted to feel better than others by posting about how superior my views were. My livejournals are pretty horrific (but satisfyingly dramatic) to revisit.
It is a scary thing, putting bits and pieces of your heart and passions out for the wide world to see. It takes boldness. I think I am ready to be vulnerable again. This time, I think I've learned that true vulnerability, really sharing your heart, means that you are also willing to hear the hearts of others. Striving to understand what other folks' passions are. Holding out my views with a loose grip, with a willingness to listen and consider that there could always be a different, a better way.