So here it is.
My 1st blog. This is the 3rd time I've set out to do this. Every time feeling completely paralyzed. I've titled this bungee jumping due to the fact that I can imagine I'd feel this same way if I ever did go bungee jumping. I know that probably seems silly and over dramatic (what? me over dramatic?) but I've been really paralyzed by the idea of perfection. I've thought and thought about what to say. and how to be really funny and witty and wise all at the same time. I want to be popular and liked. I want to be praised and revered. It's all silly I know, just over a blog, but this feels like the start of something for me. Something is waking up. A part of me I've tried to put to sleep. The part of me with a voice and a future and things to be passionate about.
So here it goes. I'm jumping. Running full speed to the edge and throwing myself off....
This is not about perfection. This is not about being funny enough, wise enough, smart enough, the best writer, the most popular, the trendiest, or the most spiritual. This is not about being liked or being not liked.
This is about dreaming. This is about listening and doing. This is about unraveling and waiting. This is about being passionate, having a voice, trusting. This is about working out the kinks. Watching myself grow. The not knowing. The quiet. This is about peace. and people. and love. This is about doing it even when I'm scared. About listening to that small voice. Believing.
This is about knowing... I'm enough. I matter. I make a difference.