Allowing myself to say “what if…”

What if…

  • We accepted others exactly how they are and for exactly who they are?
  • We gave that same gift of acceptance to ourselves?
  • We moved past stereotypes, hate, judgments?
  • We showed much compassion and care to those we encountered?
  • We didn’t feel the need to prove ourselves?
  • We let go of our fears?
  • We treated our mistakes and failures, not as deficiencies or inadequacies, but as tools for growth?
  • We simply chose to live our own free, empowered, beautiful lives?

Yeah…what if…?

I would…

  • Stop feeling anxious about any supposed incompetencies.
  • Ask for help when I need it.
  • Stop caring what other people think about my parenting skills and choices.
  • Stop caring about the negative things I think people are thinking about me. Period.
  • Share my own thoughts more openly even when my ideas differ from those around me.
  • Generously hand out genuine compliments and try to express compassion whenever possible.
  • Say “no” to things I’m not interested in and “yes” to things that I REALLY want to do.
  • Try more things and take more risks.
  • Embrace my mistakes and failures by learning from them instead of feeling down because of them.
  • Love fully, without fear of rejection.
  • Stop trying to be perfect.
  • Run free, or walk or roam or wander, and not feel guilty about wanting to go at my own pace.

Me running freely up a mountain in the rain


I was prompted to write on this topic because I am participating in Women Who Write Rock, a writing retreat spearheaded by Helene Rose. Find out more about this amazing woman and the services she offers at her website Be Brilliant Network.


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Back to Blogging?

No Outlet Sign

Not only do I crave a writing outlet, I feel as if I will go crazy if I don’t express myself through writing

It has been quite some time since I sat down to blog. The crazy thing is that I started this blog at one of the busiest times in my life. Then, when I quit my job to stay at home with my kids (almost 5 months ago) I did not find myself with a ton of spare time and energy to blog. But lately I find myself craving a writing outlet whether it be in a journal, poem, letter, or blog. For some reason I am drawn more to blogging than the other forms of writing and I’m not quite sure why. Perhaps it feels more invigorating to know that someone might read my words and actually care or be encouraged by what I have to say.

When the possibility of blogging is right in front of me I struggle with the process of sitting down to communicate what’s going on in my life. In particular, I struggle with:

  • Time – I have two very distracting boys that keep me very busy, should I set aside my spare moments of down time to blog?
  • Competency – I question my writing skills. I find myself wanting to nit-pick every little thing in order to have the perfect blog post. The idea of attaining perfection feels necessary, largely impossible and stressful all at the same time. I would much rather sit down, communicate what I want to communicate, and be done with it. But that requires me letting go of my need for perfection.
  • Content – Oh, the question of what to write about. Do I need to have a blog theme and have all my writing tie into the theme in some way? If I don’t choose a theme, will my blog be too broad and lack a goal to give me direction?
  • Significance –  Why blog? Does anyone even care what I have to say? Even if no one cares what I have to say, should I blog anyway as a sort of therapy for myself?

Despite all the barriers and worries about blogging I feel the need to challenge myself to at least give blogging another try. My goal is to make regular time to blog and not worry so much about themes, perfect writing, or whether anyone cares what I have to say. I care what I have to say as well as the process of communicating my thoughts and that is what is important.


I plan to spread my wings and see where the wind takes me

I have come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I am going. And I have trained myself to love it. Because it is only when we are suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, that we force our wings to unravel and alas begin our flight. And as we fly, we still may not know where we are going to. But the miracle is in the unfolding of the wings. You may not know where you’re going, but you know that so long as you spread your wings, the winds will carry you.
― C. JoyBell C.

Your Turn

What struggles do you have when writing a blog? What barriers do you encounter when trying to express yourself through writing?