On this day last year I sat down and wrote my first blog post.
There were so many things that lead me to start blogging…I had stories to tell, I wanted to reach new people, I wanted to make new connections, I wanted to share the things I thought I understood, I wanted to have something in the world where I was able to say…. “here, this is me”.
I kept my blogs private except for a small group of friends.
I wanted to be a deep thinker, so I wrote from that space… I’m not even sure now if they made any sense, I’m scared to go back and look.
Somewhere along the way I read the book The Love Warrior by Glennon Doyle Melton. She started as a blogger and wrote the truth about everything, even the dark secrets that most people would judge her for.
She inspired me to write more bravely, and my blogs turned into self exploratory sessions. I had to sit and think what was or had been driving me to make decisions and choices in my life, and face truths about who I am… the good the bad and the ugly and write about it honestly.
Every time a new person would reach out to say they were following, they would bring up new insecurities in me and I would write about them.
This journey has been quite incredible.
I’m learning the immense power of words and the common threads connecting humanity… I have a few people in my circle who suspect I am writing about them when I’m not.
I’m writing about me.
I’m writing about things that touch me, things that hurt me, things that confuse me, and things that need to be healed.
I’m learning that the things I used to think I understood when I started are irrelevant because everything is fluid and changing all of the time.
I’m learning that the world doesn’t need any new information or deep thinkers, it. It needs more stories and more connections.
Through it all my wish is that my stories and my connections help others with their own stories and their connections … but if nothing else, I hope that someone who happens to relate to my stories knows they aren’t alone.
The biggest honour and mystery to me is that people who follow my journey daily, the most humbling part is when someone thinks the words I’ve written were good enough to share.
And occasionally someone reaches out to let me know I’m not alone, it means the world to me.
Everyone who stops by to read plays a different role here and I love you all.
Thank you for the past year.