Becoming Real

I’ve thought about this blog for such a long time that it hardly seems real that I could finally be doing it. One thing after another seemed to get in the way of having a blog. I was too busy at work or with the kids. I was too tired. I didn’t have time. Or I had the crisis of confidence – why would I have a blog? What could I ever have to say that would be of interest to others?

But over the past year I’ve made big changes in my life. I separated from my husband of 18 years, I walk 8-10kms with my dog every day, I moved into my own house and my kids live with me half time, I started my own business, I began meditating every day and journaling every day.

I’ve realised that I’ve learned a lot – about myself, about others, about society, about life – over the past year. But it is all of the extraordinary experiences that I’ve had throughout my life that help shape me into the woman I am today, at this moment.  One who admits I don’t have all the answers. One who fails as often as I succeed. But one who can look herself in the mirror each night and know that I did the best I could that day. And one who is trying to be real.

I am reminded of the Velveteen Rabbit who said:

“You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

If you too are trying to live a life with purpose, to explore why you are here on this planet at this moment, if you are trying to be real too, I hope you will enjoy my blog.