I don’t have anything to say. Actually, I don’t have much to say. But, when I started blogging about a year ago, it seemed like I had a lot to say. And now, suddenly, it seems like I am out of ideas. I would have a great idea and then I would sit down to draft my blog post. By the time it takes shape, I would read it again and decide that this would not make a good post. Why not?? Because that other blog I read doesn’t talk about these things, and this blog doesn’t… So why shouldn’t I? Oh, then mine would look so different, and I want it to be just another blog. Really?? Do I want it to be just another blog? If someone else is already writing the things I am blogging about, why even waste my time to bother the cyberspace with one more tiny speck that has almost no value?
That sounds reasonable. May be, I should just give up! And let the world (and me) be content with the plethora of blogs that are already out there.
Give up?? So soon! That would be stupid. What ever happened to the enthusiasm I started the blog with? It’s not even been a year, and I haven’t posted regularly.
I started feeling sorry for those who would stop by to read my blog. What will they think? “Such an inconsistent blogger!” And then nobody will come back to read my blog. I might as well not blog at all.
This was the conversation in my mind the last few days, and I was getting ready to include my dear husband in this great conversation and get him to agree with me.
But before I could have that conversation, something changed. I would be lying if I said it suddenly dawned on me. As a family, we sat down to watch funny stories of Joyce Meyer. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting any sort of lesson there. I just wanted to relax and have a good laugh at the end of the day. She touched on a lot of things, but one of the things that really stood out to me was that I don’t have to be somebody else. I do what I am supposed to do without comparing myself with another person.
That started making so much sense to me. After all, I don’t have to try to blog like someone else. My stories are unique, and I am just relieved to realize that I can just be me!
I am so glad I had this conversation with me, so that I could clarify a lot of things about myself and my little growing blog.
Now, that’s my encouragement to you: Just be who you were meant to be. Let our uniqueness, even some of the things that we are usually embarrassed about, be something of value to those around us.