To Blog or not to Blog? That is the question.
I have tossed this question back and forth in my head for the past two months. I opened this blog account and wondered what I was going to write about. I mean did I really want to let anyone in my head? Or In my world? Writing a blog is something serious to me where one bares their soul. I questioned whether people would even like to hear what I had to say. I mean there are so many blogs out there what would set mines apart from everyone else? I mean what am I gonna say that hasn’t already been said? I mean fear set in for sure. I started doubting myself and downplaying something I love doing which is writing. Now that I have the opportunity I’m shaking in my boots and talking myself out of it. Who can be your worst hater than yourself? Before I could even write a sentence I was already talking myself out of it. Fear can do that for you. Fear for us is like kryptonite for Superman. It cripples us and takes away our power. We can’t seem to walk away from the damn thing and it leaves us curled up in fetal position, weak and helpless. “Fear is not real. The only place fear can exist is in our thoughts of the future. It is a product of our imagination, causing us to fear things that do not at present and may never exist. That is near insanity. Do not misunderstand me danger is very real but fear is a choice. We are all telling ourselves a story and that day mine changed forever.” (After Earth 2013). I thought back to why I opened this account over a month ago in the first place. Words are my passion. Mmmmm actually communicating is my passion. For those that do know me know I love to talk.
This passion for words has been established since elementary school. I started writing love letters to boys I had crushes on. I couldn’t find the courage to express myself face to face but I had the passion for writing. It flowed naturally. No one judged me and I was free. Free to write until my mind had no more thoughts. That day never came but I did eventually stop writing. During that time my mother found these letters and told my father what I been up to. I had been up to BOYS in her mind but really I was up to writing. Learning how to express my feelings in a positive way. Her fear did not discourage me from writing. It actually made me secretive about where I put my thoughts. When confronted by my dad about these writings of young love, I explained that they were never given to the boys (not completely true) but they truly were innocent letters. I have tons of spiral notebooks filled with my thoughts floating around in my old room.
Over 20 years later and that passion never left me. It was just put on the shelf. Put on the shelf because I allowed life to get in the way. I would simply ignore this desire to write for many years. Constantly making excuses of why not this time and why I couldn’t make the time. So now I decided that it was time to make the time n dust that passion off n reignite this love for writing. So here we go.
I ask that you be patient with me as I get this thing up n running. There will be some kinks that will need to be ironed out. Think of it as a system that I’m putting together. The first few blog entries will be test runs but we are gonna get this thing off the ground running as smooth as an Ashton Martin!!!! I wanna thank the many people in my world that inspire me and encourage me to do and be the best that I can be. My sister for her words of encouragement “just let the juices flow”.
So go out there and do what you love. Don’t make any more excuses. You will be much happier that you tried.