I struggle sometimes to put pen to paper so to speak. Not because I don’t have something to say but because I don’t believe I’m much of a writer.
But today I wondered what does it matter if I can’t write? Does that mean I shouldn’t? Jeff Goins said the way to know if you are a writer is to write. So rather than tell myself I’m not a writer, I’m choosing to tell my story instead. Whatever that story is. I will continue to share my life experiences as I first intended when I started blogging.
The first thing I want to share is that I had my first Soul Cycle class this past week. It was very scary and exciting at the same time. I always tell myself that I would try anything once. I hadn’t been on a bicycle for well over 30 years. Being on one — even one that doesn’t move while still going a mile a minute scared the living daylights out of me.
I expected to be intimidated by the more experienced participants, but I wasn’t. Instead, I admired those in the class who seem like they were doing this their whole life. Also, the young male instructor was a delight to watch. He moved with grace and skill. Yet he was very encouraging and made me feel like I was the only one in the class. He made everyone feel that way it seems. Needless to say I will be going back.
The second thing I want to share is that I finally connected with a Naturopathic Doctor. For years I had wanted to ditch my regular doctor who appear more interested in writing prescriptions than he was in my overall health. Finding Dr. Dana Cohen was a Godsend at a time when I was at my wits end concerning my health.
It has been over 18 years since I was diagnosed with hypertension. And even though my doctor had me on three different medications, I was not getting any better and my blood pressure readings were getting higher and higher. I was so distraught that I had made up my mind to stop taking the meds. I decided that even if I had a stroke that’s just the way it was going to be. But I didn’t want to live the rest of my life poisoning my kidneys with an increasing amount of chemicals that didn’t seem to be doing anything but make me pee often, gave me headaches and saddled me with embarrassing coughs at the most inconvenient times. And those are only the side effects I know about.
Dr. Cohen has given me renewed hope in the medical profession. She made me feel that she was interested in me being healthy. My insurance won’t pay her for being a good doctor but that’s OK. This is my way of life now and it’s good to have someone I can partner with to maintain a healthy lifestyle.
Talk soon. JRF
I’ve spent the last couple of months or so wondering why I’m blogging.
It’s not that I didn’t have good intent when I started. It’s not that I didn’t know what I was doing. As a matter of fact, I was really excited about writing, blogging, whatever. I loved to get a thought, have an experience or bump into a new discovery I can share. I envisioned I could share something that either helped or entertained.
Either way. It was my way to serve in a fun way.
But somewhere, something not so pleasant happened. I think I got way too serious.
I started listening to the podcast “gurus” and reading what they were all writing. I basically drank the Koolaid. I began to worry about subscription lists and niching down to my underwear. I didn’t feel “serious” enough about what I was doing. I was spending lots of money and way too much time trying to “engage”. Why wasn’t I as “successful” as “they” said I should be?
Also, I was overwhelmed by the tens of thousands of unread emails in my blog’s inbox. I know I would never get to them. Not to mention the multiple “come hither” invitations to subscribe or to buy a course in this or that.
It wasn’t bad enough that I was being targeted multiple times a day by the same people. I was also getting emails introducing me to the same people I was getting the multiple emails from. It’s insane!
Do you think you’ll still be blogging 10 years from now? That is the question we are answering today for NaBloPoMo.
Absolutely. I hope I will still be blogging 10 years from now. I really want to blog everyday for the rest of my life. OK so I can’t do that now but when I retire from full time employment I could definitely see myself blogging every day.
For me, inspiration to blog comes from so many sources. A fleeting thought. A conversation I overhear. Even a small experience like trying to get to work on the dragging No. 3 train. There is no shortage of blogging material and I love to blog. As a matter of fact, one of my dreams is to travel throughout the Caribbean and possibly a few other countries around the world. I am so looking forward to blog about my travels and to post photos I plan to take.
Also, I have three sons. None of them are married yet. My hope is that they will eventually marry and have children. Then I will be a grandmother! So much blogging material to look forward to, I can’t contain myself. I know, crazy! And wouldn’t all my years of blogging be a great chronicle to pass down to my grandkids?
Yes. I do believe I will be blogging for a very long time to come, God willing. Way past 10 years from now.
I’m trying to keep up with NaBloPoMo. Today we are ask to tell “How is your writing voice like you?” and ” How does your writing voice differ from you?”
This one is difficult for me because I don’t even know if I know my writing voice. Sounds daft I know. I think my writing voice is more me than not me. It’s sincere, I believe. I try to write what I feel from my heart. I listen to my heart before I write and if what I write does not feel right I will change it. I think about what readers will understand from my writing..how they will relate. I do not want people to be offended by what I write so I will try to be diplomatic. I want readers to understand the point I’m trying to make. However, I will not lie to get a point across. This I think is the real me. Careful about offending because I prefer to show love and kindness, even when I lose the argument.
My writing voice differs from me in the sense that I’m more private. Things I divulge in my writings I would not normally tell others. Maybe because I am under no obligation to share with others. However I feel I should be honest when I write and not hold things back to look “clean”. And it is not that I hold things back in my verbal communication with others , it’s just that I operate on a need to know basis. Have you ever met someone on the train or in the mall and you know their entire life story in less than an hour? Sometimes really intimate stuff that embarrasses you? I’m not one of those women. I have been accused by friends of hiding things but I feel I should be loyal and trustworthy and not go blabbing everything I know, just to prove I “know”. In writing though, when I decide to broach a subject, I feel I should write in a way that readers will understand what I am saying — get the full picture of my story. Also, I think because I am new to blogging, my writing voice may be a bit awkward at times. I have no such issues personally.