I remember starting this blog in November 2006. I remember the following months. How I learned as much about myself as I learned about others. I was able to reach out and interact with a giant community of people with whom I shared some common trait. People throughout the world sharing their thoughts through words. Some phrased things with painful elegance. Some with sharp humor. Others with precision or abruptness.
It went from a solitary pursuit to a community event. I was able to laugh, cry and roll my eyes. But I was also inspired. Encouraged. Connected. And I reveled and thrived and wrote. Then came the games, awards and politics. They were time consuming and distracting, but part of the community as a whole.
After some time the ins and outs of my day began to change. There was the natural ebb and flow of life and the digital ebb and flow of blogging. I took on other projects and my time for community involvement, my time for others, shortened. And I began to withdraw. Many of the bloggers I read stopped posting or their tone changed and my interested faded. I cut the number of blogs I read regularly in half. Then in half again and again.
Today I read perhaps 3 of the blogs I read a few years ago. I don’t even read them regularly. I just catch up when I have the chance. One of those blogs is written by a woman beautiful both inside and out. A brave an amazing individual who shares her heart through her words with anyone willing to read. When she hits post and her soul is there in black and white, that’s not where she stops.
She’s writing on a theme right now. “30 Days of Truth” writing prompts. I think it’s no secret that I’ve lost my words as of late. It’s not a lack of desire to write. It’s a question of what it is I want to say and I find my rambling exploration of my inability to find my voice to unstimulating to post over and over again. So for right now I’m going to follow her lead. I don’t know that I’ll post all my answers but I know that I’ll have something to write on the next 30 time I sit down to lay my fingers on these keys.
Thanks, girlie, for the kick in the ass I needed.
Writing prompts for 30 Days of Truth:
Day 01 → Something you hate about yourself.
Day 02 → Something you love about yourself.
Day 03 → Something you have to forgive yourself for.
Day 04 → Something you have to forgive someone for.
Day 05 → Something you hope to do in your life.
Day 06 → Something you hope you never have to do.
Day 07 → Someone who has made your life worth living for.
Day 08 → Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit.
Day 09 → Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.
Day 10 → Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know.
Day 11 → Something people seem to compliment you the most on.
Day 12 → Something you never get compliments on.
Day 13 → A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough ass days. (write a letter.)
Day 14 → A hero that has let you down. (letter)
Day 15 → Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it.
Day 16 → Someone or something you definitely could live without.
Day 17 → A book you’ve read that changed your views on something.
Day 18 → Your views on gay marriage.
Day 19 → What do you think of religion? Or what do you think of politics?
Day 20 → Your views on drugs and alcohol.
Day 21 → (scenario) Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do?
Day 22 → Something you wish you hadn’t done in your life.
Day 23 → Something you wish you had done in your life.
Day 24 → Make a playlist to someone, and explain why you chose all the songs. (Just post the titles and artists and letter)
Day 25 → The reason you believe you’re still alive today.
Day 26 → Have you ever thought about giving up on life? If so, when and why?
Day 27 → What’s the best thing going for you right now?
Day 28 → What if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant, what would you do?
Day 29 → Something you hope to change about yourself. And why.
Day 30 → A letter to yourself, tell yourself EVERYTHING you love about yourself