I remember being a teenager and spending hours in my room. I didn't have a TV in my room and I wouldn't have wanted one anyway. I was content lying on my bed with the radio bellowing 80's tunes in the back ground while I either read a book or even better, lost myself in the pages of my journal. Those empty pages invited me to pour myself into them. They asked me to open myself up and free my mind of all the clutter. Those pages lured me in and allowed me to surrender myself to honesty in a way that only blank pages allow. This is why I wrote then and part of the reason I write now.
I had just had my second son,Wesley, four months prior to when I decided to start my blog. The thought had briefly crossed my mind once or twice yet I never actually went through with it. Then one day I sat down to write my first entry, creating my new "home". I was always writing. Every run I went on I could conduct an essay. I was filling the pages of my jumbled mind with stories, happenings, memories, and hopes. I knew I needed to start writing again. I needed to do this blog for for me.
Calling it a "Blog" almost seems to take from it what it is to me. The definition hanging loosely without depth. I would not even call it a hobby. Taking pictures is a hobby, writing to me is healing. I am fortunate to be a part of thousands of women and men who write. I am in a sea of talent, intrigue, and magical words. Writing offers a place to grow, discover, share, and acknowledge our feelings... our lives...those little things that make us feel alive. The powerful things which make our hearts swell and our fingers eager to write more. It gives me a sense of peace and freedom.
I tend to do my best writing on my runs. This is my happy place. The roads in front of me offering a blank canvas for me to do whatever I want on them. Sometimes I think of senseless stuff. There are times when I reflect and focus on me, though most of the time as I run I create and write my posts. If I am lucky I remember them long enough to jot down my thoughts or sit at my laptop to pour myself into the Blogger Document that is in front of me now.
I write for my children. I write to document all the joys and happiness along with sorrows and heartbreaks that parenting brings. I want them to be able to someday pull up this blog and feel every ounce of love that I have for them. I want them to know that it is them who makes me want to be a better person. Those two little faces I wake up to each morning; they are growing and I am growing with them. I am "Mama". I am this because of them. I am "Discovering Me In Them" each and every sacred moment I am given with them.
Lastly, I write for you. I write in hopes that my stories touch you. I want to be able to have others feel like they know exactly what I am feeling. That yes, they have been there before too! I want to inspire and create strength within you all. I rely on optimism to bring me through each day, every situation, and those dark moments we all have. "Always Believe You Can". Life is an amazing gift, do not take it for granted. Hold on to each moment and live in it. Create happiness and happiness will follow you. Step outside of your comfort zone and do something that scares you. You might just find that it was the very thing you needed.
This Blog...I needed!
I have to share the Urban Dictionary's definition of a Blog. It made me laugh so here you go:
"A meandering, blatantly uninteresting online diary that gives the author
the illusion that people are interested in their stupid, pathetic life.
Consists of such riveting entries as "homework sucks" and "I slept
until noon today."
These are some of my reasons for writing. What are yours? What is something you are passionate about?