It’s time to just hit post.
“But what if my website isn’t perfect?”
“What if it doesn’t really reflect me anymore?”
“What if no one really cares about or reads blogs anymore?”
“What if I actually don’t have anything to offer?”
What if. What if. What if.
Excuses. Excuses. Excuses.
The noise is loud.
But my heart? My heart is louder.
“Worry about the look of it all later.”
“You just need to write.”
So here I am. Hitting post. Writing once again. Sharing my story. Honouring what feels good for me right now. Letting my heart lead.
Perfect, no. But it shouldn’t need to be. I’m done with hiding behind the stories and excuses of perfection. I can no longer deny the words that are so desperately being called forth. I don’t know what will come of this. I have no intention of making bold claims or attempting to see what is in the future.
I don’t want to place restrictions on my word count, or the number of posts I write each week/month. I just want to write. I just want to share.
But I do have ideas, and I have a creative fire that is burning. #watchthisspace
As my fingers thump enthusiastically on the keys, I feel a deep sense of peace. Of belonging. Of coming home.