My posting frequency has dropped to abysmal levels, and I’ve been quizzing myself about why. Now, I think I’m ready to face the answer.
To begin with, I am not sure why I’m here, beyond a desperate desire to stay connected and an unquenchable need to to make mysef heard. I know I want to help people dare to do things, because so much of success is in the mind. Dare to re-invent yourself, dare to challenge assumptions you’ve long held, dare to reach for what you really, truly want.
I want to find a way to make money on-line, because I don’t want to risk the rejection inherent in applying for a “real” job. In trying to discern what niche to choose – if one can choose, and not be chosen – I find that I have several interests. I love the beach, coffee, stickers, tea, being a blogger, NCIS, weight lifting (or strength training, as it’s now called), the South Beach Diet, the idea of scrapbooking, the idea of sewing, the idea of soap and lotion creation. Oh, and my cats, I love my cats. Not so much the kids, or DH. Which may be a problem unto itself.
I don’t really see that I can long sustain a blog on any one of those topics, and I cannot envision a way to feed them all into the gaping blog mouth and have something readable come out.
I’m also not sure about the whole “epic sh*t” thing. I’m not necessarily interested in epic, as much as sustainable and growable.
But if the truth be told, I am still struggling with the whole “I don’t know who/what I want to be when I grow up. I was never forced to answer that question. I’ve always been simply Trece, mostly self-employed, following a siren’s call that only I could hear, a call that kept whispering, “There is so much more out there”.
Let me leave you with three questions from my favorite musical, 1776:
Is anybody there?
Does anybody care?
Does anybody see what I see?