I don’t want a niche. I don’t want a travel blog. Who am I to tell anyone what to do or how to live?
The older I get the more I realize that I know nothing. Well, close to nothing. I am an expert in zero fields. I want to share my life with the world. The good, the bad, and the in-between.
Here is what I do know. I was put on this earth to love my tiny humans, live a simple life, and to write. That is where the confidence stops.
There is nothing scarier than a blinking curser on a blank word document. When I am in the zone, words flow out of me like magic. The release I feel after writing a good piece is therapeutic. Getting in the zone is where I have trouble. I have zero discipline. The fear of failure is REAL. I have to ask myself who I am scared of disappointing… Myself or others? Or both?
I don’t know the answers, or where the disconnect is between my desire to create and my ability to sit down and write. If I don’t figure out how to plant my ass in a seat, and relay my thoughts from my mind to paper, I will be a bitter old lady with a lot of regret. I won’t figure out the answers by reading more, planning more, or procrastinating any longer. I have notebooks filled with brain dumps, ideas, and half written stories.
If you’re here, reading this… prepare yourself for the chaotic journey of discovering myself as a writer. Thank you for sticking around. As pleased as I am to have anyone read Girard Journey, I am going to switch gears. We must fake it until we make it. I am going to make this my safe place on the internet. An audience of one: me.
There was a day I dreamt about Nomad Life in the same fantasy way I dream of writing for a living. Both dreams have felt out of reach at some point or another. Now, I am living one of those dreams. I must remember I am a bad ass bitch, and I can do whatever I put my mind to.
Here is to writing. Here is to CREATING. We are in an environment that supports every creative part of my being. I’d be a fool to not dive in. I have a message (or two!) for the world, I just have to figure out what it is. I must organize my ideas. I must write consistently. I must trust the process.
I am here to take up space.
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