Ha! I made it. Blog post number one. It might not seem much to you, but this has been over a decade in the making.
It has been on my heart since 2005 to start this blog.
I wanted to create a place on the internet to share my story and offer hope to those finding themselves in tough situations.
Until now, I hadn’t been able to do it.
I had to dig deep to uncover why it has been so hard for me to get started. I always had excuses, but the excuses were finally exhausted. This forced me to face why I struggled to move forward and take this step.
Being completely honest with you, I feel this need to apologize in advance for my blog. This makes me so frustrated at myself. It really annoys me that I am like this!
It might be understandable in my twenties, but in my late thirties? I think I can do better for myself and be a lot more courageous.
No more apologies!
The opposite to impossible
I looked up what the word impossible means:
‘not able to occur, exist, or be done.’
There has been numerous times that I have felt this blog is not able to occur, exist or be done!
Looking at this word more closely, I also see two other words: ‘I’m possible’.
(I can’t take credit for that insight as this has been something mentioned at my church. I don’t think it’s a coincidence though.)
When I think of the impossible and consider it to be possible it gives me freedom to dream again.
I don’t want to just dream though – I’m too old for that. I am determined to put actions in place. NOT. EASY!
I started by scheduling writing sessions in my diary, but soon found myself ignoring them and filling in the time with something else.
I had to get serious about the core barriers giving me permanent writers block and feeding my penchant for procrastination.
It came down to being worried about what people are going to think about me!
I’m being really honest with you here…urgh! (I’m rolling my eyes at myself as I admit this.)
As a child I was groomed to please, to speak when spoken to, to smile on demand. I was very much a ‘perfect’ child. I was pleasant, well disciplined and was often around adult company where I would not speak unless spoken to.
Don’t get me wrong, I had awesome parents. It was just how most girls were raised back then.
Does that sound familiar to you?
I wonder if this blocks many of us from stepping into our destiny and our dreams? It’s a stronghold of politeness.
As I walk this journey out, I want to encourage you to face some of your own blockages. I dare you to ask God directly what they are for you.
When such things are exposed there is an opportunity for healing and renewed hope.
I liken mental barriers to mold
When mold is in the dark with no light, it festers and grows. Once it is exposed and brought out into a dry and light-filled space it can’t survive.
Discovering the block preventing my writing has been like exposing dream-killing mold that had been successful in its mission. Until now!
By seeing and then admitting that I am scared of what people might think, I’ve been able to start to deal with it and face this challenge.
So what is stopping you?
What core belief do you hold that is blocking you from stepping into the next thing on your dream list?
Tell me – I’d love you to share. Let’s exchange some hope.