Preface: This is one of those posts that you just have to write because you’ve been thinking about it, ruminating over it, and you know that somehow, someone out there knows and feels what you’re trying to say. Thank you, Faulkner, for today’s quote. I think I’m going to make that my reflection for the rest of this month!
I am somewhat of a story junkie. My brothers will tell you how I was always writing some kind of cheesy story when I was a kid, because I dreamed of one day being a Filipino version of Francine Pascal. In school, I would win writing and poetry contests, which all the more motivated me to write well and read more. In fact, I would take out five books from the library each time, religiously. I especially loved poring over historical biographies, because I was fascinated by the real-life stories of these people. As for TV choices: well, I’ve always had a soft spot for (ahem) documentaries. Yes, people: I like biographical documentaries. I even have my husband download these for me.
I like real life stories. I enjoy reading about what people do and how they did those things.
I suppose this is why I like reading blogs, too. I enjoy reading real life stories of ordinary people. And when I am able to find a connection with the person I’m reading about, then I know it’s because they told their story well. Not eloquently with words, but eloquently through connections, through their experiences.
I started my own blogs in the past because I, too, wanted to tell my stories.
Admittedly though, I eventually got sidetracked, so there was a time when I stopped telling my stories.
How and why? Well, I guess it was because I was trying to be cool, I think. I only ended up being pathetic. I was pushing too hard, trying to “do blogging right” or something, whether I unconsciously wanted to or not. I attended PR events and product launches here and there, to be “involved” in the blogging community or something. I was doing all of the “right” things — or so I thought. Until one day, I looked at my blog entries that I realized: Hold on. Where are my mom stories? Where are my reflections on motherhood? What’s my blog really become?
That’s why this 2013 (which is more than halfway through), I promised myself to write more, to tell stories, to inspire myself with my experiences. As a blogger, I would only go to events I really resonated with, that I felt I would have a real connection with and help me tell my stories. I would only write the stories that I would want to read about ten, 20, 30 years from now, with a wizened brow and a warm smile on my pruny lips.
Am I coming across as a soapbox girl for “blogging your bliss” or something? Well, that’s because I think I’m somewhat of a bloggy junkie! Haha! (I’ve made some pretty stupid mistakes in this blogging journey, so trust me on this!)
Blogging is my passion: I reflect on it, attend classes about it, research it, enroll in online conferences about it, etc. I know I take it seriously because I’ve made a new small business that helps women writers successfully set up their own, thoughtfully-executed blogs and websites, and helps them write better — a business that God has been blessing, by His grace. (Thank you, Lord.)
But one thing that I hope to never take for granted is telling my story on the blog.
Even though writing and blogging is what I do for a living, I don’t want to stop telling my own stories. After all, writing “realness” and living life blissfully is all about being all there, as missionary Jim Elliot says:
I want to “be all there” when I blog my stories here.
Stories are powerful, especially those written from the heart and soul of a mom. I owe it to myself to keep it real. If people want to read these stories, then well and good. I am grateful for them! (Thanks, readers!) But even if they don’t come here, even if they don’t read, I will just keep writing. After all, I write for me, for my family, for my soul. I want to write because I’m compelled, not because I want to be the next power blogger like Jenni Epperson or The Pioneer Woman (whom I both love, by the way).
When I blog, I just want to be Martine. Please do remind me if I’m not!
Have you ever struggled with writing your real-life stories on your blog — like me? What did you do about it?