On why I write

I have a lot of ideas to write about. Well, I guess a better way to put it is I have a lot of life experiences to write about. Most of my blog topics are conceived in a moment of inspiration. I’ll be driving down the road or thinking about life or taking a shower and BAM! - it comes to me. Most of my blogs have to do with something I’m experiencing, feeling, or pondering in my own journey through life. But it’s really easy for me to get imposters syndrome or to think to myself, “eh, what’s the point of writing that? It’s not really that important…” And so sadly, most of my blog ideas remain just that - ideas. Only the few experiences that I feel really compelled to write about ever make it into actual posts on this site.

I’ve mentioned before that writing for me is just as much a discovery process as a sharing of complete ideas. I usually find what exactly I’m trying to say as I go through the writing process and it helps me to better understand myself, my thoughts, my feelings, etc. So I suppose part of me writing this blog is to remind myself why I even started writing in the first place. The truth is, I know why. But I think I need to remind myself of why, because I’ve felt a bit lost in the weeds lately.

So why do I write? The answer is simple. Life is hard. Even when life is good, it is still hard. And every time I go through something hard, I remind myself that I am not alone. The thing about life being hard is that it’s often in the hard moments that we feel the most alone. We feel like others don’t understand us, don’t see us, don’t care about us. I write so that other people will feel understood, seen, and cared for. I write so that other people no longer have to think, “Am I the only one?”

There are so many different paths through life. Mine happens to be that of a 33 year old, Jesus-loving, married, mother of two little people, who loves fitness and lives in a subdivision where every fourth house is the exact same. So I imagine my writing attracts mostly people who fall into similar categories. But at the same time, I don’t think our paths have to look the same for us to experience similar things like loneliness, brokenness, or confusion. Which also means we can all experience connection, healing, and clarity. My hope is that in sharing my experiences with you, you too will find the hope and joy that I have found on the other side of life’s struggles.

This might be the shortest blog I’ve ever written. I guess it’s because the reason I write really is that simple. To help you feel less alone and to give you hope. That’s why I share my life experiences on the internet for anyone to see. Because I know life is hard, and I want you to know I’m in it with you.

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