I’m a writer

Happy Thursday,

How are you all doing on this fabulous Thursday afternoon? One more work day for most, then we are ready for a three day weekend. Excited? Plans? Shoot me a text or drop me a comment, I’d love to hear from you.

I’m excited for the three day weekend. It will be nice to have three entire days to write. I’ll be taking a break on Saturday to head to San Diego for some family time at John’s parents, but other then that, I plan to spend my days and evening at home. I will take a few breaks to just have some John time. I’m looking forward to a drink on our patio watching the sunset.

This morning I was up at 3 am. I just couldn’t sleep. My mind began racing and I had a million thoughts running through my head, so I decided to get up and catch up on some emails. I’m so glad I did.

Around 5 I jumped in the shower, then took Grant to school, stopped at the Depot on my way home and grabbed some ant spray. The ants have decided to drop by unannounced, so I figure some traps will show them this is really bad timing to be stopping by. Hopefully the rest of the ant family will take note and redirect their visits to somewhere else, far, far, far away from my home.

Generally I love it when folks stop by, but the ants just don’t mind their business and come in droves. Ugh, it’s like they’re crawling everywhere. Gives me the heebie jeebies.

Did a little gardening this morning too and boy, did that feel amazing to work with the plants and soil. Nothing like touching nature to calm the mind.

Hey, I need some advice. I have two hummingbird feeders and for the longest time I was getting tons of hummingbirds stopping by to feed, however, last week they were run out of my tree by some pretty nasty bees. The bees have taken over the feeders. Suggestions on how to get the hummingbirds back and how to get rid of the bees? I mean, I don’t mind bees feeding on the plants, but I do miss my little hummingbirds.

Today I wanted to share with you why I write. One of the reasons I write is because I think I’m pretty good at it. When John introduced me to the blogging world, my potential to write became endless.

Most of my readers I’ll never meet, yet I’m making friends through my blogging. Fellow bloggers who tell their stories or who share things that they are passionate about. It’s a really cool way of getting to know people of all walks of life. I get to know you and you get to know me.

I am blogging and making friends with people of other countries. It’s amazing to me how huge the blogging world is. I absolutely love it. To be able to blog is part of a dream I never knew I had.

John’s always told me, “when you give me a card, you write me a book, you should be a writer.” That’s how I got started blogging. It all began because John saw something in me. He saw a talent I didn’t know I truly had. I knew I could write letters, but never thought much of it. Never dawned on me that I could turn my writing into something, like a blog. Oh, I’ve always wanted to write a book, but suppressed that idea simply because I had no idea where to begin. I also had zero faith in myself that I could actually write anything and have someone enjoy reading it.

How horribly wrong I was to think nobody would read what I wrote. My blog is growing daily and not only that, you guys are commenting on the things I write. We are interacting through our passion for telling our stories.

With all the amazing feedback I’m receiving, I have no doubt I’m on the path He wants me on. My writing will hopefully help others on their journey while it helps me to heal and grow as a person, and that’s another reason I write. It’s a way to heal and hopefully help others.

I am so honored to be a blogger. I love being able to come to you with my life experiences, stories and opinions.

“There is a wonder in sharing your stories, in allowing yourself being seen in all your vulnerabilities, and releasing of acceptance, a passage to the new.”-Jawedquotes.

My hope is to soon venture out into different areas of writing. I’d like to not only become and author by means of my book getting published, but I’d love to be able to one day write a movie script. Maybe I’ll be able to write for a magazine. Who knows, maybe I’ll get the one dream of mine to come true and that is to be the next Dear Dawna, oops, I mean, Dear Abby.

I’d like to write a book series too.

Writing is a never ending journey. “Every secret of a writer’s soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind, is written large in his works.”-Virginia Woolf.

I don’t think we as writers decide that’s our path in life. I believe writing chooses us for whatever reason. I think writing chose me so I could share my story with you. I believe there was a reason I endured decades of abuse beginning when I was just 5 years old.

I’m not exactly sure where my writing will take me, but I do know one things that’s for sure, it’s a part of me.

When I began my adventure of writing a blog, I was terrified. I was afraid nobody would show up to read. I was afraid I’d receive nothing but criticism. I was even more afraid people wouldn’t like me, but do you want to know my greatest fear? I was afraid to start. I was afraid to write and put my story out there for the entire world to read it, but the more I wrote, the more comfortable I became, not only with my writing, but with myself.

When I first began my blog, I told the truth about myself, however, I didn’t give all the details or I’d chose not to write about certain events in my life, yet the more I wrote, the easier it became to just pour out my heart and soul to the world.

Recently I posted one of my blogs to a Reddit forum and I received a rather nasty comment. It read, “are you stupid?” Apparently someone didn’t like one of my posts, and that’s okay. Perhaps they are someone still caught up in cult life. Either way, the nasty comment stung for a half second, then I chalked it up to, Oh Well, can’t please everyone.

My point is, I survived having someone toss some negative my way. I had feared this very thing. Having negative comments on my blog. This person chose to write it on Reddit and I felt the sting, yet I was able to wash it off. Wasn’t as bad as I had thought it would be. I survived it and I’ve continued to write.

“Good writing is often about letting go of fear and affection.”-Stephen King.

If writing is our calling, our passion or who we are, then we have to let go of the fear. There’s no room for it. Sometimes people will relate to us and other times they won’t. Either way, it’s okay. I know I got this and I am one of the lucky ones. I have a man who supports my writing and encourages me to keep writing. He’s always honest with me and never holds back from telling me the truth about the things I write.

I am a writer! So world, watch out, here I come!

Thank you everyone who took time out to read my blog. You’ve encouraged me and helped me grow as a writer and I am beyond grateful to you.

Until next time, don’t forget, Love Life++ Hugs.

A glimpse into my book:

I want to reveal to you how most, not all, JW parents, especially those long indoctrinated, raise their daughters to be less of a human being than their sons. I was raised by an extremely controlling, narcissistic mother who wouldn’t allow me to call her “Mom.”  (She demanded I call her “Mother.”) My step dad was strict, demeaning, and abusive.  At the age of seventeen, I married a controlling, overpowering, narcissistic husband who was nearly ten years older than me. I lived most of my life not thinking for myself, not taking care of myself, and lacking independence. I don’t have an education past my proficiency exam.