Perhaps I’m a bit of a loose cannon.
Or maybe stumbling around in the dark is more accurate.
Either way, I am casting off many things which held me back from trying new and scary things. In writing and publishing my first blog without the research of what I was ‘supposed’ to do; I am certain there are things which could have been better.
Rules which bloggers follow. Ways to get more readers. Formatting. What in the F is a ‘pingback’?
But I jumped in and pushed the publish button without much thought to the consequences and then spent last night obsessing until 1:30 in the morning. Retroactively worrying about the supposed-to’s and what people would think.
This morning I woke up refreshed from the five hours of sleep my children allowed me. A new attitude toward this whole endeavor.
I have things to say. A voice and perspective that is unique. (We all do!) Interesting stories to tell and poems of questionable quality to publish.
Unmoored and divorcing myself from the construct of what I should write or what I think people want to hear.
I embark on a journey to heal the past, enjoy the present and watch the future unfold.