Missing my Style…
Where did it go?
When did I close my eyes?
Why didn’t I want to be seen?
Entangled in the the past and future
I have been missing alot of the present.
Coming out of a blur…
I saw just a shadow of mySelf.
I know the answers.
It was gradual, but I lost mySelf.
Until one day a spark brought some light.
Lighting up the dark corners of my mind.
My Style? mySelf?
Yeah, I’m still here…
“I still got it“
I got a notice from WordPress saying “Happy Anniversary” “You registered with WordPress 7 Years ago!”. What? 7 YEARS AGO?? Years. I had a few blogs here over that time …published then deleted them…until finally this past year I decided to just stop deleting my words. I wish I could get back some of my writing from those other blogs now. Yes, I still have the thoughts that come sometimes when getting ready to hit publish, but I have learned to shift my focus off of the fear and think about who may want to read this and not about who doesn’t. My intention is for this to be a motivational space and a resource about Yoga….its not all going to be good – its not all going to resonate with everyone. Sometimes I will want to delete it…or keep something safe in draft mode for months 🙂
So how can you just hit publish and start losing the fear?
What do I get creatively out of building this blog up and what do I hope people will get out of reading it?? What do I appreciate from other peoples blogs and what would I miss if they weren’t there? What do I want to say? Why am I censoring myself if I am called to write? What do I bring in my own unique way?
Think about how many blogs or videos and articles you read and don’t comment on OR like…yet you do get inspiration from them. Just because no one comments or hits ” like” doesn’t mean you aren’t making a difference to someone. 🙂 So…Write for you and write for the people who are reading your stuff.
Instead of thinking about the worst that could happen – we can start to ask ourselves – what is the best that could happen?
Namaste – Kerry 🙂
Side note…I plan to upgrade to premium soon and lose these ads! 🙂
rediscovering… reclaiming words.
Censored myself for over 3 decades only to find the power in a small stone.
The truth that I have been writing all my life…
I burned my writing. I tore it up.
Moved on with technology to deleting it…dragged to the virtual trash can.
Gone forever….but I’m safe. No one can see it.
What is that about?
Dare to reclaim it.
A divine gift…
a bit rough and cloudy from years of neglect and abandonment.
Let it shine.
I am a writer.