Feb. 17, 2014
My interests are all over the place and I’m perfectly happy with that! I wasn’t born in Texas but I have been in Texas for most of my life and there’s no other place I’d rather be.
I have an insatiable love for old things and broken people. I’ve loved, upcycling, thrift shopping, and DIY projects since before it was hip, and I’m pretty sure that won’t ever change. I post most of my projects on this blog:craftastic mommy. I hope you visit me there, if you’re into that sort of thing, too!
I love photography and though I don’t master my camera as well as I’d like to, I’ve started sharing my photographs here.
I also enjoy writing, not like in an aspiring-to-be-a-professional-writer-someday manner but more in a way that documents my life and the things that I have been through with the intention that it will give hope to anyone who is going through anything similar.
As some of you already know, for the past three years I’d been blogging at mybloggingaddiktion2011.wordpress.com but I recently deleted that blog.
When I started it, I did so with the intention to tell my story, not because it is particularly unique but precisely because I know that it isn’t. I wanted to let others know who have stories similar to mine that it isn’t the things we have been through that define us but what we do with what we learn from those experiences.
However, the truth about our stories is subjective and I have realized that even though my story belongs to me, there are parts of it that also belong to others and that those parts aren’t mine alone to tell.
Also, a recent incident made me realize that while there are those who read our story and identify with it, there are also those who will, instead, say or do things that make us feel as though the words we’ve written have diminished the experiences that we’ve written about.
Their reaction makes us doubt ourselves and why it was that we found it so important to write about those things-which in writing, can now seem so limited and meaningless.
Feeling that way tempted me to close my heart and to stop writing completely. But I’ve realized that going through those circumstances is what helps us grow because neither praise or criticism from others is about us.
We are all searching for our own truth and when we haven’t found it-or accepted it-yet, it is especially difficult to accept others’ stories with an open heart.
It is exactly because of that that I’ve realized that it takes a crazy kind of brave (thus this blog’s title) to not only keep telling one’s story regardless of anyone’s opinion of it but also to keep moving forward with an open heart because the more we open our hearts, the more we are able to accept our story and that of those around us without judgment or prejudice.
So, I’ve decided to start over and keep writing the parts of my story that I am rightfully entitled to tell. So, here’s to new beginnings and to the start of something much better! 😉