My heart hurts.
My heart hurts, so I go in search of healing.
I found this beautiful post by Arthur Waskow on Facebook early this morning.
Doing the best I can with what I have
One year ago today on a whim I decided to begin writing a blog. I promised myself I’d post something every day for one month. Really, that was my only goal, just to consistently write. How hard could it be?
That first month was pure agony. I worried about what people would think. I worried about how many people might read my words. I worried about topics. I worried about fonts and styles. I worried about running out of things to worry about. I’m a great worrier.
After 30 days I think I had five followers. Five. But I found I was enjoying the writing. I even enjoyed racking my brain for topics. And five people were reading my blog. Two of them even seemed to like it.
I decided to keep posting daily for three more months. The agony was still there, but I learned to work with it, to make it work for me instead of against me on most days.
In addition, I learned about tagging my posts–finding the little bits and pieces within a piece that might draw people to my writing. Suddenly I had people from all over the world reading what I wrote and following me. In turn, I found bloggers whose work interested me and began following them. (See below)
We began a give and take of information and support. It was amazing to have others read and comment on my writing. That’s become my favorite part of this adventure.
Three months turned into a year, and I’m proud to say that I’ve averaged more than one post per day for the past 365 days. I have a few more than five followers now, but that’s beside the point. I have fun!
I’ve learned something wonderful from these writers/photographers/artists:
Stop worrying! Be yourself! Write!
I know I’ve left some important folks out. It wasn’t intentional, I promise!
Peace and thanks, people!