In a recent discussion with a coworker, he asked a serious personal question. One that made my heart flutter and fear fill my soul. Okay, so it probably wasn’t that dramatic, but deal with it. The question?
“Have you ever had a blog?”
I know what you are thinking. How is that personal? But to me, it is. One day back in 9th grade English, a deep realization hit me that changed everything. I discovered my love of writing. It had a way of opening doors to never-ending opportunities.
I had an amazing teacher named Mrs. Greenwell who encouraged me, pushing my thoughts further than I imagined possible. I realized how powerful the written word actually is, and how, if it had impacted me so much through reading other people’s words, that maybe I could also influence others through my thoughts and words. And then something altered my vision.
Yes, I once became a bloggist (one who blogs)….trust me it’s a word. I made it up. But did I share my words? Duh, of course I didn’t!!! I made a private account and maybe wrote 12 posts total over a period of four years. Four years. You read that right. So, in other terms, all I did was start another journal – but this time I had set it up online. If anybody knows me like I do, I am miserable at keeping journals. I just can’t keep going with them.
I don’t know why, but sharing day-to-day happenings in my quiet life doesn’t make sense. A few old ones that talked about seeing cute boys in the hallways of junior high and they are less than inspiring or earth-shattering. I want my writing to be good for something, to make a difference for at least one person. My daily random thoughts didn’t seem useful in this purpose, so it always felt like a waste of time which turned into the above 12 posts in 4 years. Back to the big change –
So…what’s my point?! What affected the course of my writing?
FEAR.
What a puny little word to hold so much power over all of our heads and hearts.
Who would want to read anything I have to say? What difference will it make? I don’t have anything influential or useful to say that hasn’t been said by someone else. That’s right. I was a wimp. I lacked the courage to be ME. But not today.
Today is new. There may be chaos and rubble spread around my past…and possibly even in my future.
But today, I remembered who I am. More importantly, I took a moment to visualize who I can become. Welcome to my journey in finding ME.
Meet me HERE
I hope you will take some time to find something inspiring around here. Whether it is a simple tip on saving more of your money by letting go of clutter, traveling and trusting your dreams, or even just believing in yourself enough to share your truth, I truly hope you find it here.
Additionally, I hope you find that this is a safe place to join in on the conversation. Whether you agree, disagree, or simply want to share your own experience with something, I want to hear about it! I am going to be over here writing either way, with the hope it will help at least one person. But it will make my joy that much more fulfilling to hear from you and see how much alike we are as a human race.
I think my goal can be described best here:
Your mission: Be so busy loving your life that you have no time for hate, regret or fear. Karen Salmansohn
It feels like there are so many people constantly pushing us to see differences between everyone – but I think there are more similarities than we realize. When we become vulnerable and beat the fear that fills each of our hearts and minds, we can become so much more and make a change in the world.
There is more power in our fear than we really give it credit for. All we have to do is use it to drive us forward and allow it to propel us into action. Thanks for stopping by my chaos. Welcome to the rubble – past, present, and future. I am so glad you are here!
XO – Heather
