failure is inevitable
Sometimes, the world feels very upside down. I know this happens. I expect it. And yet when it does, I still feel very out of sorts. We all have bad days. Whatever a bad day is. But on the worst of days, you have to know, things will get better. How can they not, right?
Failure is inevitable.
I’m having a minor crisis of identity, I think.
I used to define myself as a mother, but my children are grown and have little use for me on a day to day basis…so although I am still a mother, I am not using my mothering skills quite as often these days. I used to define myself as a business banker, but I quit my job to focus on writing (instead of my high blood pressure) so I’m no longer a bank officer. I once even defined myself as a singer…I am pretty good…but does karaoke really count? So all I am left with is writer and wife, and after tonight it seems I’m not doing a bang up job as a wife either…so if I don’t write my blog, how would I define myself? Who would I be?
More importantly, how could I ever give up writing?
I’ve been writing as long as I can remember. Writing allows me to step outside of myself and into a new exciting world where I hold the keys to everything. And more than that, it allows me the freedom to be who I really am inside—without rules, definitions, or boundaries.
I can’t let myself forget for a single instant that I am a writer…and writer’s write…even if no one reads it.
That is what I am trying to do with my daily blog. I’m trying to hone my craft while keeping it fresh. I am trying to open a small window into my little world and let you in.
So maybe…if I blog it, you will read.
I would ask that everyone who reads my blog today leave a little comment below…just something to let me know you were here. And hopefully you’ll come back…I still have a lot more to say.
Until the next time…I’ll be hanging out in my private world, come on in!