“Writing for me is like breathing fresh air, I need it to survive”

Many years passed where I forgot, or perhaps denied myself my love of writing. On a desperately cold day I took a walk, but on this particular walk I decided to soak everything in around me. The crisp air, the sound of the leaves, I noticed the way the birds played amongst branches and I picked up a stone and admired its beauty. I turned that stone over and underneath was moss and dirt. It was in that very simple moment where I truly saw myself for the first time in years. Looking at the stone I felt like I was seeing into my own soul.

The way the stone on the outside put forward an image of beauty, yet underneath told a different story, it was my reflection. Inside I felt like I was a mess, I was completely lost, and I was hiding my true self from the world. Yet suddenly I saw the moss as a having a story, having a raw kind of beauty, and if only people looked deeper they would see that too. Yet how could anyone ever see who I was if I denied them that? How could I ever truly see myself for who I was if I too was hiding even from myself? I walked away leaving that stone moss side up.

The minute I got home I wrote a poem, and then I couldn’t stop writing. Suddenly I was beginning to feel like I was no longer suffocating. How had I denied myself what I had truly needed all this time?

Lately I have written more about change and the way we evolve, I have been feeling a weight pressing down on me, and a fog settling in. Perhaps part of that has been my anxiety over Aspens surgery which is thankfully now over and she is doing really well. Yet, I think it goes beyond that. Looking at this blog that I created on a whim a few years ago without having ever read a blog myself prior to staring mine, I feel proud of what I have created here. I think at times I have stumbled and wondered should I continue to blog and then I get a comment saying how a piece I wrote helped someone, or inspired them. I get emails saying how much they have enjoyed reading my blog with their morning coffee, or how I helped someone feel less alone, and then I know it is all worth it.

I love my little space, yet I have also grown to see it as a burden, or as something that restricts me from pursuing my fictional writing. How can I speak and encourage authenticity if I stop following my heart?

I asked another blogger recently for advice and she said “do what makes your heart sing”. Simple. Yet so often we complicate things. It made me think of how I had just been out the front sitting on the grass with Aspen as she heals, we were taking in the afternoon sun with two dogs enjoying getting tummy rubs. My younger two were on their scooters immersed in imaginary play. I was giving them pretend errands to run, telling them to scoot to the pet store, grocery store or post box, (which where just trees on our street), they were so happy, and my heart was truly singing.

These are the moments that make me realise that life is so very precious and we truly do have to do what brings us inner peace and happiness.

I need writing in my life, I have no question about that, but I have decided to cut back on blogging, just a little, to explore more of my creative writing, and take away pressure of link ups. I have decided although part of me loves my #mg link up, that I just can no longer keep up with it. I will continue with the #ablogginggoodtime link up as it is less pressure with two other bloggers working on it with me. I am sad to see it go, and I know that many of you who show so much support for #mg will be disappointed. I hope you will join in on Thursdays to Saturdays with A Blogging Good Time.

I will still be on Instagram as I love it there so please follow me there @macglanville. I may be fading a little from here, but I will be blossoming in the areas that I need to right now in order to be happier within myself. Right now my family, and simple days are where my heart lies. I hope you all can take from this how important it is to allow ourselves to stop, reflect, and then move forward in a way that allows us to live fearlessly authentic.

 

Thanks, love Mac xx