If there is one important lesson that I learned in 10 years of blogging is that I always have to write from the heart. Not sometimes, but always. Heartfelt or nothing.
Is it scary to tell my personal stories? Yes it is.
Am I terrified to write my thoughts and emotions? Absolutely.
I have no idea how many angry hidden Monsters are locked in my subconscious waiting to be set free for justice and retribution.
There is power in being free to take control of the narratives of one’s stories and write them in all honesty. Writing is a second chance to expose the lies and have the real truths be told. That is comfort. That is closure in one’s own words. It is an opportunity to move forward to a life that is better than before.
No one taught me Fatherhood except the one I learned from observation from my Dad. So, I took the good lessons I remembered and changed the ones I don’t want repeated. Whether my Son is just a good Kid or we’re all extremely lucky. At 16, he is already way better than me. He is the best version of me and his mom combined. He already has an eBay site where he buy and sells things. He does the packaging, inventory and bank stuff. All I have to do is mail the orders or drive him to local direct sellers. Today, I mailed 20 items. I don’t know how he does it it, but he knows I’m so proud of him and what he has accomplished on his own.
Is being honest worth it? Is being vulnerable worth it? When it it comes to setting oneself free, it is. When it’s about living an authentic life, yes it is. When it’s about meaningful existence and purpose, very much so. But it’s not for everyone, not when we are not ready to take big risks and painful rejections.
No one taught me how to write. I just taught myself by sharing what I see, feel and experience. It’s my way to connect, relate, find encouragement and share a commonality.
What words can’t say, I write them. What is made silent, tormenting, about to explode, I write them. What I can’t scream, I write them. What is horrific, I write them. What is insane and chaotic, I write them.
It’s easy to remember the good, happy times, but harder for bad, painful sad times. So I write them because it is just easier.
Writing from the Heart.
I’m normally impatient and impulsive. This is how I win and loose in life. This is how I experience my happiest and saddest moments. It’s just who I am. Sometimes I try to slow down when too tired or I needed to appreciate what time is giving me.
I’m also very optimistic. So I write without fear of being judge. I write with Hope. I write every time I dream.
Nothing to loose.
It’s when I lost the many riches of this World did I realize I have so much riches and treasures in my heart and dreams. What I lost in Texas, gave me the courage to pursue my dreams in California. A turning point I will never forget nor stop being thankful.
The only direction is up when we are at the bottom. The most beautiful, inspiring stories were written when one is trying to rise up, survive and start all over.
Blog for yourself. Write for yourself. We don’t have to impress anyone. We have so many platforms in Social Media that does that already. Word Press Blogging Community is our sacred place. Let’s protect and keep its integrity so we have a sanctuary to run to anytime when the Real Person World becomes unkind, oppressive, too much and profoundly sad.
I’ve grown much older, so is my Blog and how I write. I used to care of what others may think, but I realized that is another form of Societal Control and Slavery.
I used to want acceptance but life lessons taught me, what is most important is I accept myself for who I was and what I have become. I don’t have to prove anything to anyone anymore except myself.
I don’t have be smart or wise to write. I just have to be genuine and real. No more pretending because that alone is very exhausting and stressful.
10 years of Blogging. Without a doubt helped my Heart overcome the hardships, the loneliness, the impossibles and cruelties of this Life, of People and the World. Without a doubt, it mended the pieces of my Heart shredded so many times so I can trust, love, forgive, be happy, even live again.
“A Dreamer has to choose, leave one’s root to grow his or her own Tree of Dreams or stay and grow the Tree of Dreams of others. Can’t have both.”
How we write changes through time because the heart constantly changes too. Write like it’s an extension of our lives because in many ways it was and will be.
Thank you to all. My Journey has been better because of all of you. I appreciate everyone’s support and kindness.