With a thankful heart.
I’ve hit a mini milestone with this blog that I have been so afraid to start. Because I always feel as though the words that I type may not be as eloquent as someone else’s who has a natural knack for this wordsmithing thing.
I have long battled with this idea called: imposter syndrome. I know that I am not a natural writer, my words are not always free flowing, more times than not, it feels like a clogged drain pipe.
But here I am, trying to express hope in the way that I know how. We all have to start somewhere, even if we feel as though the gift and talents may not be there. If the desire is there, then a little risk should be taken.
Because I believe, with all of my heart that, without hope, courage and change cannot be had. Without courage, we remain the same. But …
This is not what life is all about? It is about growing into ourselves and changing with the knowledge we pick up along the way. And failures and mistakes are all part of the process.
We are all born with wings to fly.
Our flight paths all look different. That’s the beauty of life. The uniqueness.
But this piece is not about me, but about you. The reader, who clicked on my post when I muster the courage to post. No matter how our paths have crossed (virtually).
I want to say THANK YOU.
I have reached a mini milestone and I am so thankful.
It started with a little desire to spread hope, and through those words, something resonates with you and for you to realise that that the past is the past and your present and future is what matters. That each and everyone of us has something to share with the world. Like a body, no one body part functions in the same way, we are a unit for the greater good.
You may only be a passerby on some of my posts, or you have graciously subscribed to hear what I have to say? Whatever it is. Thanks.
The actions may be small, your acknowledgement that is felt by me: is vast.
Without your readership, it would just be me, talking to myself through typed out words.
I don’t know why I write what I write or who my target audience is? But they are metrics. And not the point of my writing piece. People are people not metrics. And whilst I would like to reach a wider audience like anybody else, every small victory is just as good as a large one. They all matter.
Before this turns into a monologue of sorts, I would like to end it here, with a parting note to say that thankfulness begins in the little things. When we have enough faith to prize the things that have yet to bloom into its full potential. For when it does reach its heights, it will have someone or something to Thank.
With a thankful heart and a warm hug,
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