Hi Dear,
Today I did something entirely out of my comfort zone. Way beyond anything I ever thought I would be comfortable with. And for a moment, I wanted to return to you, me a few years ago, and the narrower boundaries of our being.
If anyone else ever reads this letter from me to you, it will probably greatly resonate with some, while others will smile and laugh. Do you want to know what I did? I started a writer’s page on Facebook. Facebook, you jump… Yes. Facebook. This horrible social thing that everyone is part of, or maybe it’s more accurate to say, were a part of. You see, the writings in my journals formed themselves into a book. And a book is formed with the intention of sharing it with others. Logically. I understand. Emotionally, this pulled me way out of my comfort zone.
A friend whose expertise is writing, you have not met her yet—a kind of new friend—told me that there is joy in the revealing of the words you write. The disclosure of what happened. In sharing.
When my words resonate or help someone, I am filled with gratitude. As for joy because of my words being out there? That is still out of my comfort zone.
If you are reading this now, you probably think this letter was intended for someone else, or maybe even written by someone else. Who would have thought, right?
I often ask myself why I say YES to all of these unexpected aspects of writing. Why can’t one just write, and publish, and stay half anonymous?
Writing is for introverts, they say. And yet now, we are living in times of transparency. And that is, beyond all, a blessing.
I’m expanding into it. And beyond all, I am trusting the guidance. It has never failed me.
And don’t worry, I’m picky about what I share… Not always sure if you would agree with me… I do try…
Until tomorrow…
Me
While writing these Notes (I wish) I Wrote to Myself, I found myself bringing the teachings offered by my parenting journey and Near Death Experience into writing. The result is The Promise We Made: Three Universal Soul Promises We Made to Our Children 🙂
