I started this blog nearly 2 years ago as an outlet for me to help me adjust to my new life as a mom. I didn’t really have a specific direction in mind but just knew that I wanted and needed to write about that which I find interesting, inspiring, and fun.
Writing in a public platform like a blog can be a little scary because everything I put out there is up for scrutiny from others. Everything I write about is a glimpse into me and what makes me tick. This form of exposure (for lack of a better word) is not for everyone and that’s okay. For me, I find it therapeutic, fun, inspiring, and expanding. Some posts are fun. Some posts are informative. Some posts are revealing and on the deeper side of life. I’ve been having fun growing this blog and becoming a part of the blogging community. I have no real end goal or milestone I desire to reach for this blog other than to continue to be inspired and start a conversation.
On the flip side, exposing oneself in this facet makes one vulnerable to negativity and criticism.
Recently, I’ve been experiencing such negativity and quite frankly, it sucks. It feels so violating and hurtful. It feels so personal. It feels malicious.
I let it get to me for a minute and found myself second guessing a post as I started writing it. I stopped posting on Instagram. I sort of quieted myself briefly. BRIEFLY. The briefness is over.
If I allow the negativity to silence me then negativity wins. If I allow someone’s projected insecurities and shadows darken my light then they win.
So I stand tall and write on in the face of malicious criticism and hurtful rhetoric. I am channeling my inner Elizabeth Warren and persisting. And I’m telling you, to never let the static noise silence you.