In 2009, I had this idea for a blog so that people could learn from my life experience before they stepped out their front door and got burned. I never wrote it. It may still be out there, somewhere, in cyberspace, ready and waiting for me to write it, but that will never happen.
Instead I moved to New York.
I packed up my car, my kid, and my husband and left in search of something.
Do you know that feeling when nothing that you are doing is who you are and you need to change your life dramatically to keep from being put into an asylum?
You don’t? You’re lucky.
I used to have that feeling often. Instead of complaining one more time I left.
In search of me – thinking I would find her somewhere other than where I was located.
I had a lot of fun meandering up the Atlantic coast. I didn’t originally set out for New York, but that was where we ended up. We settled into life in Central New York in my brother’s third floor walkup.
Luckily, things worked out. We had a fun time (until we didn’t).
Though, I still didn’t find me.
Where was I? Surely I was supposed to go far from home, and I would find me hidden in the bushes. I would rise to greatness (or at least happiness).
I would sprout invisible wings and fly!
It didn’t happen, nothing happened…except a deep seated unhappiness from being the cause of disappointment…again.
By the end of September 2010, my husband and I had given up on each other. We were incompatible for a number of reasons and I have shared the tale within this blog. I won’t repeat the sadness, but I will say that I felt the tie sever. After 10 years in an alcoholic/codependent relationship it was about damned time!
It was at the end of February 2011 that I sat down and typed my first blog post. I was sitting in my son’s hospital room with my shiny new laptop and just started writing.
I had been reading blogs for many for years. I had been inspired by them to change my life so drastically and ultimately it was the blogs that brought me back home. The posts that spoke of home and family with such reverence that I couldn’t help but long for the familiar, even as familiar as our life had become in isolated dysfunction.
I wanted to see my family.
I wanted to be home again.
I wrote almost daily for the first few weeks of this blog. It was more of a diary than well written or thought provoking, eloquent posts on American life. I found a family of fellow bloggers that understood my struggles and would offer sage advice.
I lamented single motherhood with a 5 year old and a 6 month old, and people wrote to me that they understood! I found solace in a community of “stranger friends” when I wrote about the relationships in my life.
And then it happened.
I found me.
Somewhere between the words I found out that I was right here all along. I didn’t need to go about the world looking for me. I need to go inside and write it out.
I needed time alone with me.
Blogging is like this for some.
You spend all your time in your head getting the words to screen and you discover that everything you needed was inside you. It was there and if you had just been still enough, if you had just been quiet enough, you would have figured it out.
It was like a whisper in the breeze at first. Then the muse becomes more apparent and then you find your voice.
I found fulfillment in my words, writing through the pain and the struggles.
I discovered compassion for myself and others.
Compassion asks us to go where it hurts, to enter into places of pain, to share in brokenness, fear, confusion, and anguish. Compassion challenges us to cry out with those in misery, to mourn with those who are lonely, to weep with those in tears. Compassion means full immersion in the condition of being human. ~Henri Nouwen
Through blogging I found clarity.
Appearance blinds, whereas words reveal.~Oscar Wilde
Over the course of the last two years I found the courage to just be me.
I think if I hadn’t started blogging it would have taken a lot longer to get here. By making who I am more public and accessible I have to hold myself accountable. I have left myself vulnerable to people who stumble across my blog. I’ve become unapologetic about the content, the dissension, the thought provoking meanderings, and the whimsical smatterings of my dreams.
I am so thankful to all of you who come back to read every post.
Late last week I stumbled upon a hashtag on Twitter for #TXBloggers, then I found hashtag #BlogElevated there are so many meanings to that – to blog elevated.
My mind goes on overdrive when I ponder the words. Blog Elevated, I don’t know what meaning they want us to infer but I find myself wanting to be more profound. More eloquent. I want to dive deeper into compassion. I want to leap into globe school. I want to wage war against ignorance.
I want to find more of my heart’s desire.
Blog Elevated is a conference. Our very own conference right here in HOUSTON! I couldn’t believe it. I am hoping to go. I hope that I can learn about taking Small Wonders & Other Thoughts to the next level. I hope that you all will go along for the ride. It promises to be fun and educational.
If you happen to be in the Houston area in the middle of September and want to go with me the link to register for Blog Elevated is here.
(I hope you all can make it!)