A few weeks ago I decided to finally give in to my desire for writing. I started writing about parenting. I’m far from a perfect parent, and I write to be vulnerable, to reflect, to improve. When I had just started my brand new site I stumbled upon Live Your Legend’s Start-A-Blog Challenge, and decided to give it a go. I learned much about blogging tools during the challenge week and it was interesting to dedicate my evenings to writing rather than reading.
It’s been a week since my last post, because I’m planning to publish posts only on Sundays. During this week I have written something privately every single day. My idea was to take the collected wisdom of the week and combine all the notes into a full article today, but I don’t see how they could be combined. I did, however, organize them into categories. During this week, I have observed other people parenting their children, I have had doubts and struggles in my own parenting, I’ve written about what it’s like raising a single child, and I’ve also written some plans for the near future, things I might write more about after the events have passed.
Dear Fear, you and I have been together for a very long time. I don’t know how to say this right, so I’ll just say it. We’re done, it’s over, we have no future together. I want you to know that it’s not you, it’s me - I’ve changed. I’m sure you can find someone else to terrorize, but I’m done. From now on, whenever we meet, I’ll look you straight in the eyes and tell you that what I’m doing is too important for you to mess up.
I have always wanted to improve the world. Save the poor. Feed the hungry. Build shelters for the homeless. Anything, really, as long as it makes the world a little better. I have never actually done anything, though. I’ve held myself back, thinking that I don’t have enough resources to save anyone but myself. I can’t go to Africa to feed the hungry, I don’t know how to build shelters, and the list of excuses goes on and on.