Maybe
I was approached by someone in the gym the other day who said, "I read your latest blog post. I really liked it. I have had some of the same thoughts and struggles myself. So I just want you to know you're not alone."
Every time I write, I have this internal debate on whether to hit publish. Choosing to post my writing and to be vulnerable can be a little unnerving.
But I keep coming back to this idea of, "What if you're THE person who gives someone else permission to be enough/seen/heard/understood/not alone?" Doesn't that make it worth it? Usually, the answer is yes. And so I post.
However, I haven't posted everything I've written. There are a lot of entries that sit unpublished for various reasons, but mainly because of fear. There are parts of my mind and my heart that I keep well hidden because I am afraid of what other people will think. Recently, we've seen someone publicly hated, criticised, shamed, and humiliated for choosing to speak their truth. We see and live it every.single.day.
So what happens if/when I choose to speak my truth?
"I knew that if I allowed fear to overtake me, my journey was doomed. Fear, to a great extent, is born of a story we tell ourselves, and so I chose to tell myself a different story from the one women are told. I decided I was safe. I was strong. I was brave. Nothing could vanquish me." -Cheryl Strayed, Wild
Maybe one day I'll hit publish. Maybe fear won't have the last word. Maybe.
Every time I write, I have this internal debate on whether to hit publish. Choosing to post my writing and to be vulnerable can be a little unnerving.
But I keep coming back to this idea of, "What if you're THE person who gives someone else permission to be enough/seen/heard/understood/not alone?" Doesn't that make it worth it? Usually, the answer is yes. And so I post.
However, I haven't posted everything I've written. There are a lot of entries that sit unpublished for various reasons, but mainly because of fear. There are parts of my mind and my heart that I keep well hidden because I am afraid of what other people will think. Recently, we've seen someone publicly hated, criticised, shamed, and humiliated for choosing to speak their truth. We see and live it every.single.day.
So what happens if/when I choose to speak my truth?
"I knew that if I allowed fear to overtake me, my journey was doomed. Fear, to a great extent, is born of a story we tell ourselves, and so I chose to tell myself a different story from the one women are told. I decided I was safe. I was strong. I was brave. Nothing could vanquish me." -Cheryl Strayed, Wild
Maybe one day I'll hit publish. Maybe fear won't have the last word. Maybe.
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