Time to get personal. Time to not care what others think. Time to talk about some things that aren’t typically talked aloud amongst acquaintances or even family sometimes. Time to air my dirty laundry (and I may mean literally). And time to talk about real life. Not social media life. Real, messy, complicated, wondrous, beautiful life, crazy life (with some crafts, goodies and oldies thrown in-between!).
Maybe it’s because I’ve always enjoyed writing, but there are so many moments when I find myself writing a blog or writing a letter to someone that I’ll never actually write, all in my head. At this point, I feel like I’m going to burst at the seams with things I want to say. It doesn’t help that I’m pretty quiet most of the time, so writing helps. I have always been one to observe, and I like that about myself. It’s almost like having x-ray vision. You begin noticing patterns in people’s behavior – and can usually read people better.
When I write, I create. I am alone with myself in my deepest thoughts, and when those thoughts aren’t plagued with to-do lists or riddled with anxiety, it’s very therapeutic. I’m a big believer in meditation. Writing most times, for me at least, puts me into a meditative state. My consciousness shifts and I am no longer worrying about everything there is to worry about. People use writing as an actual form of therapy and it’s also used to open a “portal” into the psychic self.
Although I’m excited to begin writing publicly again – I am also scared. More like terrified. I’m a pretty private person most of the time. I like to keep to myself. On the weekends I have always liked to stay home with my hobbies, binge watch something I love, or read something that inspires me. I was never that party girl, who I sometimes envied, who could let loose and not think for a night. I don’t like to feel vulnerable, I mean, who does? Am I scared to let my guard down and present all the craziness that is my mind to the world? Absolutely. But, I feel like it’s something I should do. Call it intuition.
When I first thought if I should be writing for all to see, I thought, can I possibly be so arrogant to think people want to read what I have to say? Sure. Why not? I read blogs all the time by people I don’t know. I will Google questions and situations that I’m experiencing and like to see different viewpoints other people have on the same subject. It’s also comforting to know I’m not alone in experiencing something. If anything I write benefits even just one person, then that’s amazing. If that one person is just me? I’ll take it.
Don’t Judge a Book
Sometimes it’s also nice to see what others have experienced. I have so many wonderful blessings in my life, but most people are surprised as to what I’ve been through. There are just things that you don’t go around telling. Another really important reason why I want to write publicly, is to show that sometimes, even the people closest to you, don’t know that you need help. More on that later.
Sometimes my blogs will be more well-written than others, but so is life. Some days I feel somewhat productive, other days I need to make a quick run to Target to buy underwear because I haven’t done laundry in over a month. If you ever see me wear a dress, chances are it was the only clean thing in my closet <insert embarrassed emoji>.
Thanks for reading!