Tonight I’m going to take a moment to celebrate achieving a daily blog for two years. It’s a challenge I set myself that I wasn’t even sure I would complete. But I have.
Two years of a blog a day! Sitting down mostly last thing at night to decide what to write. Wondering if anyone was reading them. Imagining I might run out of things to say. Staring at a blank screen as the clock crept round to midnight. Wishing I hadn’t challenged myself. Yet determined to fulfil my promise to myself. I know I needed something big to break me out of a massive writers block. Because I also knew for a long time that I had at least one book in my head that needed to be written. Well it has been. And I’m now onto book two. All from asking myself to push a little bit further.
I’ve stopped worrying about whether my blog gets read or not. Because I’ve started to enjoy the words for their own sake. After one or two false starts I’ve realised that there is so much joy in expressing myself this way. My writing has become a wonderful thing to do to lift my mood. It keeps me clear of low vibrational energy. I can be me. The real me. And I know I am generally an optimistic, hopeful person. I’m so glad to have discovered that me again. In a way I think it’s sad that writing is taught in such a rigid way. Unless, like I did, you have a good teacher or two. Or even three or four. Now I encourage other people as much as I can.
Out of the same challenge four of us have written a book each. Maybe there will be more who find the power of words in the future. Of course, my challenge isn’t over yet. I set myself the total of one thousand and one blogs. Or maybe I could up it to one thousand and two. Who knows? All I know is that my writing challenge continues.
Day 730 of my blogging challenge