So, here I am. I never in a million years thought I would start a blog or become a “blogger”. It seemed so out there; so public. And I’m a very private person. On top of it, I just never considered my story to be valuable or worthy of sharing with anybody. (Read: Low self-esteem). But my perspective is changing. I’m starting to feel like I do matter.
I give credit to Elizabeth Gilbert and Sheri Salata for inspiring my newfound courage to tell my story. We all are unique beings with a unique story to tell. Nobody on earth has ever been me or you before. So, yes, it’s a very unique story! It’s well worth telling!
I want to use this blog to explore my art. I want to speak my truth. I want to tell my story. Learn to be fearless. When I was younger, I thought by the time I reached age 35 I would have confidence and feel comfortable in my own skin, know who I am and what I want, where I want to be, where I want to go, and what I want to do. That day never came as I hit 35, 40, and then 45. I am here staring down 50 and I am still scared. I know I have a voice but it has been devalued, criticized, and stifled. I am not placing blame. I have a part in that as much as my world does.
I’m ready to confront my tremendous fears and tackle my inner beatdown committe that tells me: this is a dumb idea; not to embarrass myself; that my stories will be dumb, or worse, boring; that I don’t know what I’m doing; and that I have nothing important or of value to say. Maybe so? But I’m doing it anyway.
So, here goes. I’m looking forward to this adventure. I hope to find my tribe here. My community. Myself. 🦋