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I knew when I was a little girl that I was going to be a writer. I just knew. I’ve never once felt any other way about my calling in life other than a deep soul-level knowing that my purpose on this planet is to be a writer. When I started really reading blogs ten years ago, a full lightbulb went off in my head and I knew I found how I was going to write. You mean I can write anything I want to write on a website and people will read it and I can make money off it? My desired profession was sealed from that moment onward.
I started a different blog at first. It was called A Whole Lot of Life and it was technically called a ‘healthy eating’ blog, but it was really just a place for me to publicly diet, which made sense because back then the only thing I really thought about was being thin. I jumped in with gusto and got featured by a major healthy living blog at the time and, just like that, I had an audience of a few thousand readers. I was ecstatic, blogging several times a day. Then, I found a site called GOMI, which is basically an online forum about bloggers/influencers and it scared the crap out of me to think people would eventually write such crazy things about me, so I silenced myself and stopped writing, letting the blog whither away.
But, I still wanted to be a blogger and I’ve wanted to be a blogger ever since I learned what a blog was. I’ve made some attempts to write consistently in this space over the years since launching it SIX years ago, but a recent experience shifted everything for me. I read The Alchemist and I realized that denying myself from pursuing my own purpose in life because I’m afraid that people will criticize me is just silly. That seems really obvious when I type it here, but I went through years of inner turmoil about my creativity and my writing and the fact that I wasn’t doing the thing I really wanted to do and doing a corporate job instead. I whined and stressed over the fact I didn’t have the ideal schedule to write and I had too many other responsibilities, but lately I’ve just decided to write anyway. I decided that my excuses are just my fear over taking myself seriously and worry about what people will think of me and nerves over whether or not I will be ‘successful’. Ultimately, I decided that writing for years without ‘success’ will be far, far better for me than denying my creativity for even a moment longer.
So, I’m writing again and I’m finally taking my dreams seriously. What does a person do when they are finally taking a hobby or dream seriously? THEY MAKE A DAMN BUSINESS CARD. So, I went online and I designed a business card for this little blog. I used Vistaprint and it was really easy and intuitive. I even paid extra to upgrade to the fancy paper stock.
I can’t really explain to you what it means to me to hold a business card in my hand that represents my lifelong dream. It’s like a gave myself permission to be legit, like I told myself that the dream you have in your heart to reach people with your writing and to create a supportive community of women online who tell the truth about their lives matters. It matters and it’s real and it’s tangible and it’s just awesome.
Welcome to the next chapter of meeshyd.com, friends. I’m so glad you’re here.
