I had a bit of a eureka moment today. As you can see from the badge on the right, I’ve been lucky enough to be nominated in the Blog Awards, and I’m chuffed that at least one of you considered my writing worthy of a nomination. But I’ve let myself get caught up in it, and my subconscious kindly let me know about that today by sending me on a stomach churning shame spiral after asking for votes. I had lost sight of why I’m doing this.
I started doing this for me, just me. As it turns out, quite a few people recognise what I’m talking about in themselves, others recognise it in someone they love. That is what this blog is about. It’s not about awards, or accolades, or getting a big virtual pat on the back for a job well done (although don’t get me wrong, I love a pat on the back as much as the next person). I write to find perspective. I write to find peace. I write because it helps to keep me well, and it helps me work towards being the person I want to be. I write because the clarity it gives me allows me to appreciate the little things.
This afternoon turned out unexpectedly sunny, so myself and D headed off for a stroll/unicorn hunting (he has the most wonderful imagination). Before we got to the unicorn hideout, we found (and ate) some spectacular blackberries.