We’re barely four months into 2023, yet I can boldly say that this is the year I am actively honouring myself. The year when I affirm myself and practice the highest level of softness with myself. It is the year that I am finally allowing myself to feel. To feel scared to bring my ideas to life, while feeling brave enough to create them and subsequently bask in the glory of my greatness - ok, that makes me sound like a supervillain, but you catch my drift!
And that’s where this blog comes in. One of the ways I am choosing to honour myself is by allowing myself to think of things, write them and put them out to the world. To answer my journalistic call in a way that feels natural to me.
As callings go, the signs that writing was mine were there, and they were loud. But like any other called person, I responded to mine with silence, denial and even diversion. See, I have been writing from the day I could hold a pencil and string words together. It was how I communicated with my mother, with whom I hadn’t had the easiest relationship. How I escaped into a happier place whenever life lifed. How I expressed myself in poetry, music and stories - and how I secured my place in the academic top 10 for most of my schooling career.
“May fear not block me. May I not miss an opportunity because I am scared of something that I know I can do”.
Fast forward to my fourth year of a three-year degree, I was vigorously, yet unsuccessfully pursuing a law qualification. I attended an information session for a Postgraduate Diploma in Journalism and my life changed forever. That was the first step in honouring my true self, answering my calling. Since then, I’ve had a short stint as a journalist but the hamster wheel that is corporate swallowed me and I forgot my calling.
Well, it didn’t forget me. In fact, it has gotten so loud that I can no longer ignore it. And the craziest part is that its voice sounds just like mine. So here it is. A blog where I use my voice, say what’s on my mind, talk about things I’ve seen, heard, and imagined and attempt to answer my calling. I am scared. I am shaking in my boots at the mere thought of how much potential I possess and what I can actually do when I put my mind to it. In the words of Uncle Waffles “May fear not block me. May I not miss an opportunity because I am scared of something that I know I can do”.
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