I have loved to write for as long as I can remember. While other little girls were reading books and playing dolls, I was copying words from storybooks and then adding my own illustrations.
Yea, I know it was plagiarism. Gimme a break, I was a kid!
As I transitioned from picture books to novels, I ceased the drawing of illustrations, because I realized can’t draw worth a shit.
I also realized I love the written word. I love how a word can be virtually, meaningless alone. Yet, when paired together with other words, well, suddenly there is magic.
Our choice of favorite authors often is decided by their ability to speak to our soul. Become acquainted with an author sends a zing to your spirit and you will find yourself running to the nearest bookstore to buy up all their writings. Only to run straight home and drink up their words, letting them warm your soul like hot cocoa on a cold, winter day!
A paragraph that touches your soul will cause your fingers to lustfully linger over the page, savouring them, in hopes the words will become deeply engrained and merge into your heart.
Words transport us to another place. Another dimension. Another version of time and space. Another version of ourselves.
Words create magic.
I have always wanted to create magic. To touch souls.
I have started writing several books over the past 20 years. All of different varieties. All eventually abandoned, left incomplete.
My last book was started two years ago. But this one was special. I just knew it. Yet it’s outcome has become the same as all the others, left abandoned and incomplete.
While prepping my last book, I read somewhere that in order to excel in writing you need to write every day. In an attempt to change the pattern. to indeed, finally, complete a book, I decided to write every day. I decided to blog.
I didn’t expect anyone to be, even partially, interested.
In fact, I imagined my words floating into the black hole that is the Internet. No one having seen them, they would eventually fizzle and fade away like the last firework of a Canada Day celebration.
My third post I ever posted, in April, was an article about my losing weight by reciting I Love Myself from bright, orange sticky notes penned with black, permanent marker.
That little beauty hit 3,300 views in three days!! THREE DAYS!!
And although it wasn’t viral, by any means, it was a hell of a lot more people than none!
I hit the brakes.
I shut down the blog.
Unworthiness hit me square in the chest.
And I went into hiding.
From under my blankie, hugging my pillow, I thought to myself, “Awe shit, no one was supposed to read it!”
I know, right?! What blogger says that?
Six months later I reemerged from hiding. I had folded up my blanket and flatten down the static from my hair. I had embraced an “whoever reads it, reads it” mentality and I had moved forward.
Yet, here I sit again with tears. But this time, they are tears of gratitude.
The truth is I’m just a mom who wants to make it so her kids don’t hurt anymore because she loves them more than anything in this world.
A mom who doesn’t want her kids to have to learn how to rebuild their self esteem or self worth at 35, like I did. And instead learn to do it now.
A mom who wants to empower my kids within themselves by teaching self love and an inner self understanding of who they are and what they can become.
Yet, I’m still a mom who is perfectly imperfect.
A mom who is committed to being real and authentic. But I’m also a mom who is holding the space for others to be real and authentic too.
I invite you all:
Let’s grow, together
Let’s learn, together.
Let’s celebrate the good, together.
Let’s cry, together.
Let’s lift those who have lost their way!
And if that means, it all unfolds in the form of a blog, well then, it is what it is and here we are!!
Thank you for your support. Every comment, every like, every share. I appreciate it all.
We heard stories about homeschooling not being acceptable. That it was weird and unorthodox and people just wouldn’t understand. That, because of their misunderstanding, we would experience a large amount of negativity.
(Ironically, I had heard the same about being a Psychic Medium, yet I did that too)
On the contrary though, we have had nothing, but love!! We have been surrounded by positive thoughts, encouragement and love. And I thank you all.
There are not enough adjectives to properly acknowledge all the support and love we have received. From former teachers of the boys, to teachers we never had, to other parents, to strangers, to our closest friends. Thank you! I can feel the love and am sending it back to you.
My kids can feel it.
And my husband can feel it. Although, he’s sitting here wondering how he can possibly feel the love at all. But that’s a story for another day.
My mind is blown and I am beyond grateful you have all chose to be here.
Thank you for clicking on my “New Blog Post” alert every time it shows up on your Newsfeed!
I don’t know where this will take me, but I thank you for sharing in our journey! And sharing your own journey with me, along the way!
With tears of gratitude,