Those who love words understand it well .. the real reason writers write.
An epiphany rose up in my creative flow this evening.
In the midst of listening to a motivational talk .. somewhat and not necessarily listening with intention, it made sense to me. The reason why I blog.
It is easy to talk oneself out of a goal, make a list of failures and shortcomings, and yes it is hard to reach the summit, but there is energy exerted in either case.
Positive versus negative energy.
I thought of my personal writing goals .. those that are outside my professional career.
And realized that many of my blogs .. although others have said they have helped them in some way, were written to myself.
A fellow blogger once said “that’s because blogs, by nature, are me-centric.”
So there is that.
Dear Me. Literally.
My goal is to create content, and continue to write my books, and hopefully along the way make a few friends and bless those who could use a lift.
Writers write. And readers read. And writers read. And readers write.
After questioning the future of my blog, what I would like to see, etc. I realize it is good to just put one foot in front of the other with this matter.
I guess it is ok, after all, if it is really talking to myself. But maybe, somehow, an adventure or creative burst, a poem or song, or observance, or muse, or story, or nugget of wonder encountered on life’s path, can be shared for the benefit of others.