I recently realized that I have been standing in my own way of achieving one of my goals. It's something that happens from time to time, and it often goes unnoticed, but this time I was lucky enough to take a step back and see that the roadblock holding up my progress has been, well, me.
I've never blogged before but when I recently rebuilt my website I decided I really wanted to give it a try. I purposefully chose a site builder that had a simple blogging page that I felt would allow me to easily get started. And start I did. I drafted several different blog posts over a pretty quick period of time. I have continued to jot down ideas for future posts as they jump into my brain and I even begin crafting them in my head excited at the prospect of sharing these ideas with others. And yet here we here are, June 25th, and until now, I haven't posted a single thing except "Coming Soon!" and that was almost a month and a half ago. So what's that all about?
I'll admit it. I'm terrified. And intimidated. The world is full of really good bloggers, both personal and professional (I'm friends with several). They are witty and engaging. They bare their souls or share expertise from their field and their writing is something for even this former English major to envy. So how can I jump into that same pool and expect to have a presence that matters? It became easy to find excuses not to hit "publish" on those drafts or to find other things that really needed to be done first. I would get around to it. But I didn't. Until today.
You see the problem with standing in your own way is that deep down you know you also have the power to get out of the way. In fact you are the only person who has the power to move forward whatever it is you are trying to accomplish. So let me digress for a minute (I promise I'll bring it back around).
I've had a long time goal of becoming a better bike rider and commuting to work on my bike. I bought a bike a couple of years ago, a really sweet hybrid, and I rode it around my neighborhood all of about a dozen times. In two years. One day not too long ago I realized that the only way to become a better bike rider was to actually start riding my bike. So I did and today I completed my third official commute to work as a "cyclist" (ok maybe I can't go that far). I even did that AFTER riding to and from yoga class. So that was a double whammy commute in one day!
I'm not gonna lie, it's not pretty. I would love to be one of those leisurely beauties in a dress cruising down the road with their hair blowing in the breeze and flowers overflowing from their wicker basket. Nope, I wear my helmet and my pants are rolled up kind of funky because I learned about what happens when pants get caught in a chain. I know I'm not a great rider so I don't go in the street unless there is a dedicated lane, which puts me on the sidewalk a lot constantly stopping to let pedestrians have the right of way. I'm not the badass cruising down the street like a dolphin shifting between water and air with effortless ease. But I am riding. And with each ride, I get stronger, I go faster, and I'm more confident in my abilities. With each ride I am more comfortable on my bike and how I fit into everything around me. And on my ride home today, feeling pretty proud and accomplished, that's when it hit me. It's kind of like riding a bike.
So here I am. This is my first official blog post. My hope and plan is to share information about massage therapy, self-care, a bit about who I am and who knows what else. I love the work I do and the people I work with and I believe this blog may provide a valuable outlet for me and (hopefully) an interesting resource for others. And I hope that with each post I share I will become more confident in who I am as a blogger and how I fit into this world around me.
So I ask that you give me a chance as I begin to navigate these bloggy waters and hopefully we will discover wonderful new things together. I appreciate your support and invite you to stay tuned...
With joy and ease,
Everything you want is just outside your comfort zone. -Robert Allen
I am a Nationally Certified Massage Therapist practicing in Buffalo, NY.