When You Enter Here, You Enter Me

“And by the way,

everything in life is writable about

if you have the outgoing guts to do it,

and the imagination to improvise.

The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”

[Sylvia Plath]

 

I’m about to do something grand.

Something brilliant.

Something splendid.

I’m about to get over myself.

When I started “wrogging” (writing + blogging), I wanted to find people, who could relate to a world of a motherless daughter. Preferably others of the tribe.

Although, I have loving people in my life, who try their best to see me for who I am, I feel alien at times. I was longing for a connection (and maybe even some free group sessions, who knows?)

Things have changed.

My dreaded 30th Birthday has passed and I am still standing.

I have met people here and forged connections, I never thought possible.

It was easy letting those people in, because they were few and in all honesty nobody was visiting this blog anyways.

Now, there are more of your here, in this little place I consider my home away from home.

I’m thrilled and scared.

Thrilled, because I know how many shades of wonderful are out there and I am so excited to get to see them all.

Scared, because I don’t know you yet and since there are more here now it sometimes feels, like I can’t concentrate on singular faces in the crowd.

Yesterday, I realized that I had started censoring myself, hanging around here shyly and just sort of half smiling around the crowd.

I didn’t like that feeling. This is my home and I should speak freely in my home.

I need to get over that.

So that’s what I’m doing: I’m getting over myself!

I trust that, if you have come here and if you want to stay and see more, that means you want to see more of me and not just of some awesome pictures I post here.

Well, I don’t see, why you shouldn’t. I can be brave enough, I think, to share more of me with you than a quote and a picture.

You deserve more than that.

Please just know that when you enter here, you enter me (not sexually, get your minds out of the gutter people!). You enter who I am.

So, I would appreciate, if you would share yourself as freely with me as I’m sharing myself with you.

Afterall, that’s what you call a conversation. Everything else would be a monologue.