I’ve written before about WHY I choose to write out loud about my life. My friend Jackie Wolven once commented to me that some of us have to process out loud. I’ve always been that person who had to say it aloud, and those that know me attest to the fact, in joy and in pain. It takes a lot to be in my life since I operate this way. I am deeply thankful for the people who have dedicated themselves to holding my story in the ways that they do. What I have learned, though, that the risks and benefits of authenticity, or living the way I do, far outweigh the poison that builds up in me when I am not congruent with myself. Don’t confuse what I am trying to say, I have a very close group of friends who give me the gift of holding my most sacred stories… the shit I can’t say on the blog. I don’t write about EVERYTHING, but I do write about a lot that others would not. My friends are guardians. They hear me and receive me, and my soul is better because of it- but generally, I believe that telling my story is part of my journey of disarming my own shame. As Brene Brown puts it:
Shame Resilience: Name it. Talk about it. Own your story. Tell your story
This is what the next couple of months are going to look like around this blog. I will post about my random things, do my giveaways, the average flotsum and jetsam too… but with the new transition in my life, there are going to be some hard subjects discussed, aloud. This means some of you will shy away from my URL. I am okay with that. I understand with authenticity comes the reality that some people will be uncomfortable. “When we choose to be our true selves, the people around us will struggle to make sense of how and why we are changing,” writes Brene Brown. This a hard truth.
I invite you to do this work with me here. We will laugh, cry, wrestle, and come to new revelations together. This is an invitation to be the people who hold this part of story for me. As E.E. Cummings once wrote, “To be nobody-but-yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody but yourself—means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight- never stop fighting.”
I am daring to be brave with my story, that you might also be brave with yours.