I recently asked
my husband if he thought of me as a writer. He looked at me, cocked his head to the side, and very simply
said “of course.” I’ll admit I was a little taken a back that was so easy. He
didn’t question it. Why have I?
This is my 100th
blog post and I am just now starting to consider myself a writer. If anyone has
taken the time to sit and write 100 times you’d refer to him or her as a
writer, yes?
I have spent a
tremendous amount of time reflecting on my first 100 blog posts and why I even
started to begin with. At the time, I remember it was what all my friends were
doing. Starting a blog was cool. I lived 1000 miles away from my family and wanted
to use it as a way to keep everyone informed of what I was up to and working on,
in both my personal and work life. I was officially running marathons, a feat I
never thought I would accomplish. I wanted to share that excitement beyond
Facebook status updates and tweets. I had also discovered I was pretty great at
making people feel comfortable. I wanted to use writing as a way to connect and
make readers feel good, “feel whole.” I selfishly wanted to be held accountable
for my weight loss goals. If I put out into the world that I wanted to lose
30lbs, I better get cracking on it because people were reading. What would they
think of me if I made no progress? There was so much “me, me, me, my, my, my, I, I, I” in my writing. Looking back, it
was like I had something to prove when I started Feeling Whole…
There is nothing
wrong with my previous 99 posts. They are an honest and authentic reflection of
who I am. They are filled with typos, excessive comma usage, and a lifetime
supply of ellipsis, and I wouldn’t change a thing about any of them. My writing
is evolving into something greater than it was when I first started, though,
which makes me ask… where do I want to take this?
I hope to look
back on my 100th post as a turning point for Feeling Whole.
I’m working on a
newer vision of Feeling Whole and
formulating a powerful mission to bring to life what I’m feeling deep in my
soul. I don’t really know what this means yet, and that’s OK. As I begin my next
100 entries I do know that I want YOU alongside me. I want to sit with you
while you drink chug your morning coffee and sip your afternoon tea. I
want to be the homepage of your Internet browser (ok, at least work my way into
your favorites maybe). I want to be your morning cup of “hell yeah!” Ya, dig?
From the bottom
of my heart, thank you for reading. You are the reason I come back to the
keyboard time and time again. As I reflect on the path that brought me here and
the direction I’m heading, I want to end this post with this thought…
We are the
authors of our lives and have the honor of writing our next 100, or even 1000
pages. Are you ready to confidently step out into a world of uncertainty to discover
and write your own future?
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