I’ve gone back and forth trying to come up with the most brilliant engaging topic to write about for my first blog post. Suffice it to say, I have lost that battle and have decided, I am just going to roll with it. Here goes nothing.
My name is Crystal and I am here to lend what I believe to be, a unique perspective, (as in it is mine and mine alone) on the world of being a first time mother, a new wife, and someone in this pandemic-ridden world trying to survive the day with retaining some optimism and grace.
My inspiration for blogging has been my 8 month old son. There is something about witnessing a new life emerge that will change your entire outlook. Needless to say, I am here because I have realized I am not doing what I want to truly be doing. I took from this realization, that I should be doing what I want and shouldn’t continue wasting any more time. If nothing else, a child will show you how very precious time is. So, what is it that I want?
I want to create, again. When I was first asked, “what do you want to be when you grow up?”, I did not take more than a moment to consider my answer. I wanted to be an artist! (I know, how cliché and ordinary.) Since, I was in elementary school I would use all my free time creating scenes of activities I imagined taking part in formed from recycled paper, things I found in the yard, crayons, and a shoe box. I would get lost in it, that before I knew it I had spent hours upon hours creating. I was happy. As I began to get older I began to create more. I began to draw and write poetry and this gave me that same happiness of getting lost in my creating for hours on end. At some point around my Junior year when I was asked some variation of the question, “what do you want to be when you grow up?”, my initial thought was the same, an artist. However, I did not give this answer because there were “other things” to consider now. There was the world to consider. There was “growing up” to consider. Making it as an artist and earning a livable wage seemed very unlikely, thus, I chose a different route.
Presently, a little part of me regrets that decision and wishes I had the courage to attempt chasing after what made me truly happy.
Today, nearly 12 years later, I begin my attempt at that courage and I am giving myself a chance at becoming a creator, an artist, once again. It has taken becoming a Mom to give myself this chance. I think the hope I have for my son is to truly chase his own dreams some day has given me that boost to set an example in chasing my own dreams.
So, how do you write your first blog post?
JUST DO IT! Set down your doubts and everything that has been holding you back, take a deep breath, exhale-out, and WRITE. Let it flow. Roll with it and watch what happens.