Evolution of blogging has gone far from where it began. I want to honor and respect the original intention of blogs before businesses evolved it to a marketing gimmick and advertising medium. It’s about openly sharing our unique thoughts and experiences, not just writing something clever to promote your business. Well, I don’t have a business anymore (except Airbnb host). Blogging about personal thoughts, emotions, experiences and beliefs is my present intention. I want to share what’s important to me personally, but do it in a way that does not invade others’ privacy.
Also, I’m done with spending too much time editing posts. I rarely edit myself while writing journal pages. If I think that public blogging affects how I write there, then I will stop, because I must be free to let it flow in private. As for how well my writing and editing skills are displayed, I don’t care what others think. This is basically how I write my daily journal. Interested readers will read for content without judgment of style. I have enough long posts that demonstrate my time-intensive skills.
This is who I Am and this is what I know. Frankly, this is what I DON’T KNOW, and I’m just trying to survive in this world like everyone else. Maybe if I share some of my personal struggles it might help one person to know you are not alone.
Let Go of Stuff
My confidant called me on my “excuses” about stuff I have sorted that bothers me because it’s still in the garage. So what! It is already designated. I just want it out of here; it feels like unfinished business. She points out that getting it to the right places so collectors can have it is worry about imaginary people. I don’t even know who might, or might not, want the stuff. It isn’t a money thing, since most of it isn’t worth much. It’s more for preservation of history and a respect for repurposing and recycling.
It’s my pattern to hang on and only let go with claw-mark streaks. We talked long about how and why I still hang onto this house. What happened? I was ready to let it all go last summer from a huge shift after conversations with an Airbnb guest. If a wall came down inside me, I can let go of the entire house. She asks why I’ve flopped back to hanging on. I don’t think I’ve exhausted all the possibilities for how to keep it. This is where I want to live. I love it here and I do NOT want to move again. I’m ready to stay in one place. But, sometimes we have to do things we don’t like.
Is it just one more thing I dreamed of doing, began to do and didn’t finish before I walk away? She says I succeeded. I knew when I bought the house I can sell it later if it’s too expensive, but I won’t be able to buy it later. When I qualified for the mortgage I had a lucrative income from my coaching practice. That is long gone because I chose to live in alignment with my ethical values instead of making a lot of money.
She challenges me about blogging. If writing makes me happy, just do it, no excuses. Don’t worry about who will read it or not, or what they might think. There it is again, that underlying pattern of worry about what will some imagined others think. So what! I need to make a post before the day is over. In my heart I want to blog frequently, because in my daily journal I notice what flows and often feel a sense of knowing this needs to be in my blog.
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