Arriving.

Someone once said,

“The novice is always worried about novelty. Meanwhile, the novice who’s on their way to becoming a master is more worried about expertise.”

For me, one of my biggest hang ups with writing was that I felt like I needed something really important to share or that I had to have some sort of expertise.

I would have likely been waiting a VERY long time for that day to come, assuming it ever did come.

I think that people start sharing their story in different ways for different reasons.

Whether it’s something deeply personal or just the random thoughts and ideas bumbling around inside their brain, it makes no difference.

I started being candid and open about life and sharing thoughts in person, mono-a-mono. Holding onto them wasn’t working out so well for me.

It should be known, there wasn’t an “aha! moment” that got me sharing.

For me, it was like the dimmer on a light switch, slowly, I arrived at the confidence to share. (When I was younger, total social recluse by the way, I wouldn’t even talk about how my day went.)

Until this week, did I finally start writing.

I’m so glad I did. It’s been a serious apprehension of mine for such a long time.

I realized that people don’t care nearly as much as I previously thought, in fact, most people are good.

Looking forward to this process.

Thank you.