Finding My Voice

 

When I decided to start the blog back up, I looked back and saw that I haven't published anything in 3 years.  I didn't realize it's been so long.  Honestly, it's been hard for me to get into blog writing or keep up with any social media.  I understand that telling my story could help someone, but I keep talking myself out of publishing anything because I really don't think anyone cares or would read it.  

There.  I said it.  I'm just being realistic.  I don't think anyone really cares about anything I have to say.  I don't know that anyone cares about what anyone has to say or write about.  So I'm trying to shift my mindset and try this more as a place to pour out my thoughts for myself.  And if it does end up helping someone who is dealing with grief, or their faith in God, or with their gardening dilemmas, even better.  I'm least hopeful that I could help anyone with the gardening piece of it.  My experiences with gardening are half over-ambitious dreams and half comedy of errors, like the time I tried to grow milkweed to save the monarchs and was so successful that the caterpillars discovered my seedlings before I had even gotten them out of the seed trays and chewed the 2 inch plants down to nubs in just a few days.  

Because I'm easily overwhelmed and easily talk myself out of writing a blog, I'm also going to try to commit to keeping my blog posts nice and short. I think that's the way to do it.  No one has any interest in reading a novel in a blog.  Have you ever gone on Pinterest, found some recipe you wanted to try, and was directed to a blog post where you had to scroll and scroll through Susan's life story and how she was so inspired by her recent trip to wherever that she decided to make up this recipe for Mac and cheese?  Yeah, I hate those.  So I'm gonna keep this short.  Actually, I think that's a perfect place to wrap up this blog post.