A couple of weeks ago, I wondered what the point of this blog was anymore. It’s been a shitty few weeks, not necessarily for me, but for friends and people who I admire. Some shitty things happen to good people you know? Both in the real world and the online world all the time, doesn’t make it right though does it?
I spoke of being plankton in the blog world not too long ago, and I really wanted to change that this year. One of my goals was to blog more regularly and even try to get myself nominated for the Kidspot Voices of 2015. I wanted to build my ‘reach’ here and over on Facebook, and continue to build my little community here. But why? Why, why, why?
When I sit back and look at it all, one of the main reasons for me is that I think in words. I always have. At a young age, I used to lock myself away in the study and type on my typewriter fanciful stories. I even remember in Year 7, I gave my novel to a friend to read., she loved it so much, that in Art that year she designed a front cover for it. Writing that novel became consuming, I would think about the words I would write when I got home, the characters became part of my life, to me they were as real as the people sitting next to me.
Most days, no matter what I am doing, I am thinking about writing. I write and edit in my own head. Sometimes I get the chance to come here and get it all down, but sometimes life as a mother of two little people and a teacher takes over. I take photos and when I see an amazing one pop up on the viewfinder, I just cant wait to share it, because you know, printing photos these days is almost non-existent.
And if I go even deeper, like soul searching deep, at the base of it all is my longing to be accepted and to create bonds with like minded people. I want friendships for myself outside my normal circle. Sometimes I have been accepted and welcomed with open arms, even if only partially. And sometimes, ignored altogether, even by people who I thought I had a connection with. But, I can be proud in the fact that I
I will keep writing, because I love it, it makes me happy and it is my creative outlet. I will still set goals, even if they are unlikely to be obtained. And I will continue to be proud of little, old introverted me for putting myself out there, and reaching out to people. Whatever happens from here on in, only time will tell xx