Exactly a month from now, I will have a birthday. Not I- as 'I' the person that I am. The persona, the human, the shell that is named 'Tamar'. No. The 'I' that has a birthday exactly a month from now is the 'I' that is this very blog. And this blog will be two years of age. A two year old! I'm a mama of a toddler! Of a two year old! Whaaaatttt? How did this happen? Time flies when mothering a baby ;)
In all seriousness, I know writing a daily blog is nothing like the challenging task of mothering an actual tiny human, but it offers a different challenge. The challenge of facing the page every single day. (Or, um, the keyboard)
As if writing isn't challenging enough to step into - writing a daily blog and committing to it - is being okay with airing out to the world all of my imperfect, unfinished, in-the-making writings that most keep hidden deep in the drawer.
Nearly two years later - I can't say I am 'okay' with all that. It's still hard for me to post writings I'm not proud of, be it because my creativity wasn't top notch that day or my grammar or typo game was not on.
But still - staying true to my commitment to this blog is something to be proud of. Is something to celebrate. Is something to note.
Nearly TWO YEARS of facing words. My words on a page. For the world to read, receive, judge, love, hate, get confused by, ignore... But really - it is mostly two years of facing words FOR MYSELF. To face myself. To get to know myself. To stretch myself. To - I dare say - heal myself.
We can all do some more self healing. Every. Single. Day.
In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
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