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Year Beginning to Blog


This has been a year of discovery my inner blogger.  I have posted 118 blogs this year since March 4.  I have opened myself and my life to the public and to my friends in new ways.  I feel as though I have emerged from hiding.

My initial challenge was in getting past the critical voice.  There is a creative voice and a critical voice fighting inside every writer, in fact in every person trying to do something creative.  I would get so caught up in trying to make whatever I wrote come out to the perfect number of words, use correct grammar, and get exactly the right words that I was unable to produce anything.  I had pages and pages of ideas. 

Finally, I decided to just start posting things without regard for editing.  Just get it out.  Get the creative process going and start to feel more comfortable with it and then tidy things up. 

It has been unnerving, exciting, and freeing.  When I started I only told 3 people I was doing it and slowly over the first month I shared with a few more.  Gradually I expanded the number of people that knew I was blogging.  I am uncomfortable with the spotlight and didn't want to make a big deal out of something that I felt was only a big deal to me.

At the same time, every time someone told me they read it or something I said gave them pause or an idea, it was very heartening.  I love feeling like I am reaching out and connecting with people. 

Writing about my experiences, ideas, and feelings has given me clarity in my thoughts and beliefs.  It has allowed me to put things out there without fear of what the response could be or what anyone thinks about me.  There is a clear freedom in expression of my deepest thoughts and the process of my thoughts.  I almost feel that the exposure of how I think is more telling. 

I have appreciated everyone who has read anything I've written, commented, or shared.  It has been an enlightening year for me and I look forward to continuing the conversation in 2014.

Thank you.

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