When I first started blogging or attempting too, I had all these ideas of helping people, saving the world and making money. I had more and more expectations of myself and I always failed. Always.
Eventually, I’d become worn out. My mind would get the best of me, life would get busy and I just didn’t have the energy. Plus what did it matter if no one read them? What was the point?
And now I’m at a point where I don’t care. Read or don’t. Subscribe or don’t. I’m not writing for you, I’m writing for me. This is my story, and mine alone.
If it helps and someone relates, that is so great! But this is for me. I need to speak out and I’m choosing this platform.
In my lifetime I’ve done so much for others, focusing on what they wanted and being someone they wanted me to be…I lost myself. Now I’m finding my way back and if you’d like to follow along, please do. I’m honored to share my story with you.
The whole point of my writing is to share who I am, my story and becoming me. Which seems to be a lifelong mission.
Speaking Outloud 