Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
We are all born mad. Some remain so.
Dance first. Think later. It’s the natural order.
Where I am, I don’t know, I’ll never know, in the silence you don’t know, you must go on, I can’t go on, I’ll go on.
Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it’s the most comical thing in the world.
You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
Nothing happens. Nobody comes, nobody goes. It’s awful.
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it’s night once more.
My blog, my stage, my small part of this virtual world is the scariest leap I have ever taken. For the longest time I simply dreamed of who I wanted to be, could be, should be yet allowed the opinions of others to take first place. I’ve learned, and continue to learn that your passion is discovered. And I discovered my passion for writing a very long time ago. However, I dabbled in writing, I had periods where I plunged my very being into writing (even submitted manuscripts) and then recoiled like a wounded animal when rejected. I tried to suppress my passion.
For years I tried to silence the words echoing in my mind of characters, poems, essays trying to escape. I thought myself clever as I finally found a job I enjoyed (and I truly did) and saw myself sat at my desk, following the rules for the rest of my life. I finally found myself part of a wonderful team of people who I truly enjoyed being around daily and consider a few my friends. All of that is true. However, my passion wasn’t about to die without a fight. It happened over the course of a few months, but my passion came to the forefront hard and fast and with brutal strength. It literally took my breath away. I found myself returning to my birthplace and trying to squeeze my expanded soul back into the small confines of the life I had left behind six years previously.
I thought it would be easy. I thought I’d be able to handle lying to myself. I thought that I’d be OK with taking a few steps back. I thought I’d be OK if I hid away. You see, I’ve lied to myself for the longest time. I allowed myself to taste the thing I truly want and then flinched like a frightened child. I’m unwrapping these thoughts and self-beliefs. And part of the unwrapping was taking the first step and starting sbatchlife.com. I’m committing to mastery. I’m mastering my schedule of posting every Saturday and Sunday. I’m mastering coming up with content. I’m mastering expressing my voice. I want to write. I am writing. And I’m part of this blogging space. I’m not perfect human and I’m OK with messing up along the way. But most of all, every evening, weekend and moment I am able to I am writing. I am doing what I truly love and for the moments I can write, I am whole.
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