I wanted this blog to mean something, do something, share something. At first I had a go, but I didn’t really have a theme or a purpose, other than what I was going through or feeling. Maybe that’s enough? Maybe not?
I haven’t blogged for … well … months. That is because of a billion reasons and excuses that all come down to one thing – worrying about what other people will think. Of me. Of my struggles. Of my real life.
Of my successes (do they count?).
And now because of the power of twitter, I’m reading real blogs … from real writers .. and real hearts .. and people really doing it. In a way that made my blog block bigger and wider and deeper. I started worrying that my blog wasn’t pretty enough, not stylish enough or whatever. Lately, I have found myself wondering if I will look back on this time and wonder why I waited so long. As I was reminded yesterday by the gorgeous Naomi of Seven Cherubs (gah … I don’t even know how to do a link)… if all I can see in my future is the mistakes I have already made, then I still have some stuff to let go of.
So, perfection – be gone. Worry about “they’re” thinking – take a hike!
If someone reads. Great. If no one reads. Great. I will write because of that whisper that I have heard and ignored for so long. Who knows where it might lead …. Maybe somewhere fantastic. Maybe nowhere. Who cares? I know you don’t, not really. We’re just journeying and journalling along together 🙂