Today I met an inspiring blogger. Her youngest son was about to go to kindergarten and she was looking for a way to occupy time. We talked for a while about how she was also getting into photography and thought that perhaps a lifestyle blog would best fit her. She was scared about it I could tell. She kept biting her lip and had her arms crossed of her chest.
She talked about how for the past five years her life has been all about her children and how she was unsure of who she wanted to be now. She even admitted to not wanting to be “just a housewife.” I could tell it had been a while since she talked to someone about how she spent her days and the more we talked about her ideas the more alive she become. A light turned on in her eyes. I have talked about this before the art of redefining yourself and this woman was rediscovering the woman she wanted to be.
It was so nice to talk to someone ten paces in front of me. It wasn’t hard to see a little of myself in her. i related to her need to talk, her need to write, and her desire to capture the beautiful in this world. I told her that i recently started to blog and that I went to school for photography and she laughed at the irony. When she asked me why I started blogging I told her that it was something that I needed to do.
I went to school for photography but it wasn’t easy getting there. I started off as a nursing student, switched schools at studied psychology, and switched schools one last time and finished my degree in photography. After I received my degree in photography I stayed in school to study business. However, I never studied the one thing I wanted to. (English/Creative Writing) I took an english glass every semester that I could and I loved it. Creative writing was me all the way. I have always loved it. No joke I have so many journals, news articles, songs, pretty much everything I could write has been stored away since my childhood.
Writing is in me and it is the one passion I have always had but was too afraid to pursue. I had a hidden dream and I tried to run away from it by replacing it with substitutes. But nothing compares to the way I feel when I write. But I failed spelling in school and I am horrible at grammar. Not to mention all of the times I have tried to succeed as a writer and then been rejected. So I gave up. I used to be very broken, i was a hot mess all of the time. Back then I couldn’t handle anymore rejection. But now I have grown and discovered rejection is part of the job. Rejection in writing is how I grow.
So when asked why I started this blog I stopped myself from saying what I have been telling everyone who has asked me since January. What I have been telling people is that I need to move on from Facebook and I recently moved to across the country and wanted people to be able to see what David and I were up to. But that is not the truth.
The truth is I have been holding in my inner writer for far too long and I need to share this part of me with the world before I implode. I may fall. I may succeed. Who knows? But, what I do know is that I have 131 followers on WordPress alone and that is 131 more then I thought I would have. I know that letting this part of me out has set me free in a lot of ways and I know that I am thankful for all the people who take the time to read my words.
So in short I don’t write because I think I am awesome, want fame, have some crazy good cooking tips, I write because I love it.
Now, the question is…what is hiding in your closet? What do you love but haven’t shared with the world yet? And why haven’t you? What’s holding you back? (Ok so that is a lot of questions but you get the point.)