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Rated: 13+ · Book · Personal · #1984213
Thoughts that clammer through my head
Ok, so This is my blog and when I started it, I just wrote, not realizing this first page was supposed to describe my blog. I don't want to delete anything here, so I'm leaving what I wrote below. And my blog....well, I write what I'm thinking about. Most of the time it's pretty deep stuff but that's just where I am in my life. Sometimes I may get a wire or two crossed and write about something funny or weird, but that's just me too. So for anyone reading these, I hope you enjoy them.

I made my first post on writing.com yesterday, which doesn't seem like a big deal but when you find out that I've been a member since September 2013, it is. Before one can post anything, you have to go through a process...fill out a bio; tell us about yourself. What kind of writing do you like to do, where are you from, etc., etc. As I was filling these boxes out, I realized this was the main reason I haven't been on this site before now. The thing I hate most is talking about myself. What do I say about this person (me), whom I consider to have an average, no drama life? My friends would all disagree with that.

I don't like to talk about myself. I am more comfortable writing about events, thoughts and anything else that inspires me. I don't even mind people reading my writing, but I am very self-conscious when people read something I've written about myself. This morning that realization hit me like a bat between the eyes. I had the same problem when I wrote my art bio. I'm an artist too. I love painting, but when the gallery owner asked me to put together a bio, my stomach curled up like someone just asked me to eat a cockroach. It took me 4 months to write something that would fit on a 4x9 card. We're talking less than 300 words! It shouldn't have been that difficult, but it caused me so much anxiety, I got sick to my stomach every time I tried to put something together. How do I tell people who I am in one small paragraph? I realized a long time ago, I can't.

People find out who I am through the relationships we build. A 4x9 card can give someone a detailed, sterile view of what I do and how I do it, but it does not give anyone a glimpse into who I am as a person. Those things that motivate me, inspire me, make me sad, smile and scream with joy, are the hidden, silent parts of me that go unnoticed until you get to know me. I'm bigger and deeper than a 4x9 card, more mysterious than a one inch paragraph can provide, yet I'm as deep and wide as the ocean for those close to me. My husband said it was that mystery and depth, that made him want to learn more about me when we met. He claims that was a "gift" to him, but I think that is the gift that we all give to each other when we connect with other people and see who they really are instead of what we publicly portrait with words and pictures.

Maybe my anxiety is something more simple in that I never learned how to sell myself.....but no, I don't believe that. No one should have to sell their self. What you do, say, and contribute does more than any written words ever will.

It suddenly dawned on me that I just wrote a lot about myself.
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