When I started writing my blog it was with the intentions of working on my writing skills so I wouldn't look like a blithering idiot as I expressed myself in my book. My book has stalled and the blog has turned into a personal gift to myself, a place to share my observations and thoughts on the world around me. I am able to be free and creative here and something more. It is a refuge of sorts, a place to be authentic. There are days when I sit down at my computer and pound out my feelings on the keyboard that I feel as if I have had an hour long session with a grief counsellor. A counsellor who is never opinionated, who never questions my decisions. Only quietly listens and lets me pour my heart out until I can intelligently reflect on my past and present life and voice my fears for my future.
I have expressed my feelings towards my friends and family in blogs written here in the past as dearly beloved treasures. That still holds true but there is another side of me besides the social butterfly who flits from friend to friend soaking up the sweet joy they bestow upon me. I also enjoy being a loner. I truly enjoy my time being alone. Quietness is an integral part of my happiness and my inner peace. Some people find being alone uncomfortable. They feel loneliness. I am not one of those, I feel I am not alone, I am with me, with my thoughts and dreams. It is my opportunity to become the creative person I thrive to be. Having time to truly be alone and work through my creative process brings such joy into my life.
Yet another gift from blogging is my new found blogging friends. My blogging friends have made my story richer by them sharing their stories with me, free of charge. What a gift, and they have never met me and quite possible never will. I am relatively new at blogging and have a feeling more gifts will be revealed to me as time passes and I delve deeper into the blogospere. I just love surprise gifts, don't you. I can hardly wait to see what gift I will open next.
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