The other day I was out with my friend Sarah at Wild Poppy (if you are ever in Fremantle Australia, I strongly suggest that you go there). We were chatting out our blogs and then the topic of my ‘Sobbing On A Couch‘ post came up.
She says to me: I couldn’t do that, write that. It’s so brave of you. Do you think that you’ve shared too much?
For those of you who maybe passing through, who are new, or want a quick update, these past couple of weeks have been HUGE for me. I have dealt with some pretty amazing stuff from my past which resulted in the above post, having forgiven so much (it’s xian) and have started Fight to the Finish w/o dieting–intuitive eating.
I remember when I first started reading blogs. In fact, Jenna’s was the first blog I ever read. It was through Angela that I decided that perhaps I could at some point in my life find myself balance with food. I read every single post from The Pioneer Woman, I found strength in Miz, humour and insight through Mrs. Fatass and different/hilarious and thought provoking commentary from Jack Sh*t.
The point is, is that I share with you my life…my scandalous wine-o pictures, post-running, post-bingeing, post-awful online date stories, because I hope…just one little glimmer…that I am helping someone kick the voices/false self that has riddled my life FOR THE PAST DECADE.
I share my journey, because it’s my journey. It’s a history of what I’ve gone through, where I hope to go and what I hope to succeed.
Yes, I am Honest.
Yes, I am Raw.
Yes, I am NOT Perfect!
Yes, I take long naps.
Yes, I take bites when I am baking!
Yes, I probably share to much.
Yes, I get Exposed!
I write from my heart and I hope that for one of you, you’re able to open yourself up a bit more to the beauty of you..what’s around you..and where you’re going!
There IS NO WAY I could be where I am today without the blogs that I have written about, the blogs that I haven’t mentioned and YOU my readers. I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night, just so I can read the comments that you’ve left for you. Or blurry eyed read through posts that have been written. I have found myself smiling, lauging, cringing, sobbing, thinking, slapping my leg through so many posts that I can’t even remember.
I write, truthfully, because it’s given me my life back.
Why do you blog? write? read people’s blogs?
Harnessing My Intuitive Self