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.

Then D found a great track to explore, with a nice water filled ditch alongside that was perfect for the first round of stone throwing.

We spent at least 20 minutes wandering along the river here, throwing more stones, looking for fish (and unicorns), and generally just enjoying being out and about in each other’s company.

After that, we collected our gorgeous girl and came home.
So why am I telling you about all these little details? Because if I didn’t write, I don’t think I’d be well enough to enjoy any of them. This, my life, is what matters. Perspective. Reaching other people, helping them on the way to realising they are ok just as they are, that matters. Awards? Bring it on. Love it! But it’s not my aim, and it’s certainly not why I started this. I don’t want to lose sight of that again. 

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