Mother Knows Best...
In total, I have had three blogs since they became a thing. I started my very first blog in 2004. It was still a very new concept at the time. But I found it intriguing and I liked connecting with people. I kept it up for about a year and then I eventually grew tired of it and stopped.
I started another one really briefly in 2006 and then stopped it just as quickly as I started it.
Can you sense a pattern yet?
Then in 2007 I started one that I actually kept up for about 3 years solid. It was really fun. I enjoyed writing on it. But then life got hectic and I, you guessed it, stopped. That blog gathered internet dust until about 2012, when in the midst of an existential writers crisis, I deleted every post I had written.
Looking back, I can see now that it was a stupid decision made out of haste. In the moment I had this overwhelming feeling of unworthiness. This thought of how silly it was to have a blog and that if i wasn’t doing it for praise and attention then what was the point? Who would want to hear my ramblings anyway? What makes my words so special? Why not just keep a journal?
So I stopped writing.
Here and there I would write blurbs on my iPhone or journal. But nothing more than that. Though the blog thing was always whispering at me.
Then about a month ago while talking to my mom, I mentioned how I didn’t blog anymore and that I even deleted everything from before. She was, in a word, disappointed.
She encouraged me to start again. To write. To tell my truth because it may also be someone else’s truth too. And that stories, and truth sharing, unites us as people.
Good note, Mom.
She’s like Oprah. If Oprah were a former hippy and soon to be retired sixth grade teacher.
She’s my Oprah anyway; super wise, and her words are like falling into soft pillow.
And then she said my writing reminded her of Ann Lamott. Which would be amazing if it were true.
Moms always know just what to say and how to encourage you in a subtle enough way that it’s not overbearing.
It’s actually perfect. Moms get you to do those things that maybe you're too scared or insecure to do, and just like a Sherpa, they guide you ever so slightly to the right place to help you achieve those things.
They guide you to where they know you’re supposed to be.
So, here I am. Writing again. Because, my mom encouraged me to.
I started another one really briefly in 2006 and then stopped it just as quickly as I started it.
Can you sense a pattern yet?
Then in 2007 I started one that I actually kept up for about 3 years solid. It was really fun. I enjoyed writing on it. But then life got hectic and I, you guessed it, stopped. That blog gathered internet dust until about 2012, when in the midst of an existential writers crisis, I deleted every post I had written.
Looking back, I can see now that it was a stupid decision made out of haste. In the moment I had this overwhelming feeling of unworthiness. This thought of how silly it was to have a blog and that if i wasn’t doing it for praise and attention then what was the point? Who would want to hear my ramblings anyway? What makes my words so special? Why not just keep a journal?
So I stopped writing.
Here and there I would write blurbs on my iPhone or journal. But nothing more than that. Though the blog thing was always whispering at me.
Then about a month ago while talking to my mom, I mentioned how I didn’t blog anymore and that I even deleted everything from before. She was, in a word, disappointed.
She encouraged me to start again. To write. To tell my truth because it may also be someone else’s truth too. And that stories, and truth sharing, unites us as people.
Good note, Mom.
She’s like Oprah. If Oprah were a former hippy and soon to be retired sixth grade teacher.
She’s my Oprah anyway; super wise, and her words are like falling into soft pillow.
And then she said my writing reminded her of Ann Lamott. Which would be amazing if it were true.
Moms always know just what to say and how to encourage you in a subtle enough way that it’s not overbearing.
It’s actually perfect. Moms get you to do those things that maybe you're too scared or insecure to do, and just like a Sherpa, they guide you ever so slightly to the right place to help you achieve those things.
They guide you to where they know you’re supposed to be.
So, here I am. Writing again. Because, my mom encouraged me to.
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