For years I resisted writing a blog because it was part of my stance against technology waving me under its time-wasting spell with gadgets demanding my attentions, devouring my bank of life minutes down in insatiable swallows of hours at a time. At the urging of writer friends, I finally caved this past spring and began writing these pages. Yes, there are days when I spend far too much time here but the greater portion of that time is spent reading all the other brilliant writers out there. I am learning so much from all of them, I can’t learn it fast enough. So much talent in our world, I’m so grateful to be among them.
Still, I think of myself as an accidental blogger. I never thought I would be writing a blog much less look forward to it as much as I do because of all the readers who take time out of their own precious days to stop by and read, comment or like what I have to say. There have been moments when I wanted to pack the whole thing in because I felt like I just had too much to cope with in my life to produce anything worth reading at all and whatever I produced that day, probably wasn’t. But this wonderful community of brilliant minds encouraged me forward not just past the speed bumps in my life but through them. They helped me realize exactly what blogging means to me. It has become a life-line, an anchor in my world. Finding this community has been an unanticipated cruise to the centre of me.
Until my thirties, I didn’t even like the way I looked. I doubted every single thing about myself. Including my writing. The only way I knew I did anything noteworthy was if an outside source awarded or recognized me for it. It seems ironic to have reached a point in my life where I don’t require external approval or encouragement as a measure of my worth and am receiving more of both than ever before in my life via subscribers/followers and readers of my blog. On my best days here, I love reading your pages and what you have to say of mine and on my worst days, writing something for you saves my life. It is, at once, my anchor and an experience of self-discovery whispering into the ethers of my mind, returning back to me as the ineffable.
Eclectic, eccentric and always earthy is how I describe my pages here. I once listed Ethereal as my location but thought it sounded, well, too ethereal, and I do not mean lofty, I mean, airy-fairy. Eclecticism is reflected in my pages with opinion, poetry, fiction, creative writing, sharing videos, slices of life and sometimes plain old rants that spare the wall a hole or two. (just kidding – maybe – haha) Multi-faceted is how I describe myself and what I write but the reality is it applies to each and every one of us. We are wielders and breakers and candle-stick takers with inner workings that tick on long past the stilling of our bodies for the night. There is a lover, a friend, a parent, a relative, an activist, a thinker, a poet, a leader, a follower, a believer, a writer, a speaker, a doer, a dreamer, a giver, a taker, a breaker, a maker, a singer of something in all of us and, I believe, much more to come before we sleep the final sleep. Daughter, sister, friend, lover, wife, employee, coordinator, role model/mentor, neighbour, confidant, thinker, leader, manager, activist, writer, blogger, follower and Highly Sensitive Person are all things I am. Loyalty, Integrity, Fairness, Kindness, Good Intentions and being trustworthy are qualities I’m known for personally and professionally and would like to be remembered for.
Everything in my world is constantly changing, I believe we are all constantly evolving into our “next best self.” The only constant for me is writing, writing, writing. An “Accidental Blogger” is what I have become. Anchors away – as this writing community steadies my sojourn through this next chapter of my life into a future none of us can predict with any certainty.
What constant keeps you anchored through all life’s changes and challenges?