Today as I sat down to write this post I felt discouraged. I’ve been stressing lately thinking about what my readers want to hear about, what they want to see, and what they want to feel. Do they want bits of me, do they want tutorials, do they want fashion?
On top of that I’ve been stressing about an upcoming conference I’m teaching at. I want people to leave feelings inspired, feeling like they learned, and that they grew as an artist. I feel so much pressure to give people what they want that the fear of not doing so is making me unhappy.
In my writers/discouraged slump I opened up a blog post by the famous Taza, a friend had texted and said that she loved it and I was intrigued. As I started to read, I got a little teary. (If at this point you are wondering if I’m having hormone problems you’d probably be right). Her post was beautiful, it was thoughtful, it was just what I needed to read today. I read about her kids and how she loves the stages that they are in, how much happiness she is feeling. It was moving.
It’s not that her children’s stages move me, it’s her love for her children’s stages. It’s her admiration for her life, her journey, her purpose. She knows that she is in the right place doing the right thing for her. We all have different purposes. Whether it’s be being a mom/dad, a fitness coach, a friend, a do it yourself, a listener, a budget/couponing queen, a successful business person, an artists. There are so many things that we can be, some of them seem ordinary, some seem extraordinary but when we enjoy the journey, to us it all becomes extraordinary. And isn’t that what really matters?
Taza’s post helped me realize that at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter if I had thousands of page views, or only a couple. What does matter is that I feel good about the stage that I’m in and that I enjoy my journey.