Seems like it’s an odd post to an already somewhat established blog and it boils down to the fact that I always like to challenge myself and go to the next level – though I never know what the next level really is. I committed to Blogging for the own journey and I have said some time ago that I wanted to be a writer. I am already an author, but I wanted to be a writer.
But aren’t you a writer when you have already authored a book? Well, yes sort of – kind of – I think.
I don’t practice writing enough and with this, I am stating this goal publicly.
I want to write more.
I also want you to read it. I think I have some things to say that are meaningful to some of you – maybe even inspirational in some quirky way. I also have stories locked inside my mind that need to be unleashed.
But Who am I?
I am a 39 – ok well almost 40-year-old mother who was born in Bad Homburg Germany and lived in foster homes since the age of 2. It has caused me great pain but also amazing victories in life. I became pregnant for the first time at the age of 17 with my first boy and at age 30 I gave birth to my last and fourth boy. I have been to college and attempted to pursue every dream or goal I have ever had – and all too often changed my mind on the dream or goal itself. I am currently doing exactly what I want to do and allow myself to simply follow the flow of the sunrise to sunset.
One of my goals to blog more consistently is to release the inner beast of the imagination but also share some insights that I have gained over the years through various experiences. I find that sharing what I have to say in a public place that I have a way of reaching out to someone who may have had or had similar experiences. I also hope to write short stories of fiction as I continue to challenge my own mind. So, you will probably continue to see a variety of topics on this blog from personal to fictional and even poetry in some form.
By undertaking the commitment to Blogging is that I will expand on my writing skills in the English language. Since English is my second language, my written word often differs from my spoken word and I hope to find a way to mesh the two if for nothing else to be clearer in my writing.
I feel like I’ve been trained too much in academic writing that somehow, I lost my voice with also the tiny realization that I am just now finding my own voice.
So here is to me sharing my world, you perhaps find a way to connect with what I have to say.