I had thought this first blog post was going to be all glitz and glamour, awe-inspiring and blog-award winning in all its glory! I had visions of instantly becoming famous, people taking my picture (weird, because I don’t like or want either of those things) and my fans crying as they saw me. But soon I realized it was just me, the Queen of Procrastination, dragging her feet, “waiting” for inspiration. The all-too brave voice in my head kept telling me to “just f*cking DO it already”. (Like she knew what she was talking about.) So, reluctantly, I complied and here we are. (If you’re still reading.)
It’s like pulling off a Band-Aid. The hardest and scariest part is the courage to pull. This is a constant struggle in life. For 15 years I haven’t written. And it’s not that I’m terrible. It’s because the last 15 years, I had lost who I was. Journals I had written in, destroyed by a fire of someone else’s insecurities. Literally a bon fire where my journals were burned. Figuratively because their burning was fueled by my insecure, abusive ex. The years that followed were shadowed in self-doubt, insecurities and loneliness. I had lost myself. My identity. Without those books, who was I? Where had I come from?
Yet, here I am, ripping off the Band-Aid. The wound feels fresh underneath and a bit uncomfortable. But you know what else it feels like? A breath of fresh air. Redemption. Wounds heal when cleansed and taken care of. Just. Like. You. What is holding you back from your passions? It’s never too late to fall in love again with an old passion. Or find something new….
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