Four score weeks and 30 posts ago, I first heard of NaBloPoMo – the month of November when thousands of bloggers make a commitment to post something every day to get into the habit of daily blogging, to build momentum and readership, to learn from each other and to become actual legitimate bonafide bloggers. I was hesitant at first because, after the last 3 or 4 years of my life I have developed a severe allergy to stress and, being very grateful for the chance to turn over a new leaf, I have been very careful to not add stress to my new life. However, I had been praying for my next purpose.
With NaBloPoMo I felt like God was saying, your next mission, should you choose to accept it, is to become an actual legitimate bonafide blogger. So, I accepted. I applied the Go-For-It Rule of diving in, embracing the challenge of posting every day, accepting my next mission not with stress and ‘oh my God, how can I post every day’ but with joy and ‘wow, God, I get to post every day.’
And I am so thankful I said yes!
Having the experience of writing every day, editing and polishing, contemplating and adding to, waking up with 3 ideas for posts and generally having my blog become a part of me, I can genuinely say that I love being a writer. It fits. I feels like me.
When I am writing I just feel alive, totally engaged, fully present in the moment and aligned with All That Is. I feel at peace inside. For a long time I have thought about writing, I have written a little bit here and there, I have dreamed about my life as a writer. The most amazing gift of this experience is discovering that I AM a writer. Not in a dream, in real life. And all I had to do was say yes.
I know it’s not all that I am, I know that what we do doesn’t define us and we all contain multitudes. I know that in essence we are not writers or plumbers or artists or teachers or engineers – we are just love. However, the expression of love that feels most like my skin in this world at this moment is that of a writer.
I am a writer. There, I said it. Yes, I might also be an administrative assistant. Yes, I might also be a sister and a daughter and an auntie. I might also be a mama to my little Peachy. I might also be a Peace activist. And I am first and foremost a lover of God. And all of these aspects tie into my experience and my expression as a writer.
I also have a confession to make to all my fellow NaBloPoMo’ers. I was not stressed at all. I had fun. There was only one day where I had frustration with my post and it was because after I had finished writing and was adding pictures the wordpress website glitched and I lost it all and had to write it all over again. I had an abundance of topics and inspiration, in fact I have 34 more ideas saved as drafts. I would be so excited some evenings I would write 2 posts. One day I wrote 3 posts, so then I got to take the weekend off. As I read all the comments and posts about the struggle of NaBloPoMo and how challenging it was, I almost felt bad for having so much fun.
So – here in the last post of the month I am going to address my first NaBloPoMo prompt. One of the prompts was asking have you found your blog’s voice? I actually did think about that on and off all month. My blog’s voice is simply my voice. However serious or silly I am, however devotional or contemplative, however reverent or irreverent, however nerdy or quirky, however awe-struck or amazed I am – so is my blog. I really don’t want to try to shape it any other way. I don’t want to do anything except be myself and be a writer. For me it hasn’t been so much finding the voice of my blog. It is more that blogging has helped me find my voice.
Thank you! And Thank You!