Good Grief! Shut Up and Jump Already!

This is approximately the fifth blog that I have initiated in the same number of months. Without exception (except now, maybe), once I have selected a title for each blog, I have gone into what I like to call "writer's arrest." You see, there is this part of me that has believes there is an unspoken bloggerlaw that every blog entry must clearly and directly relate to the blog's official title. So, when I am/have been inspired to write about anything that is not so clear or direct, I freeze, get embarrassed about what I'm sure the blogcritics would say and assume, shamefacedly, that I am destined to be excommunicated to a far reaching corner of Blogland's playground where I will huddle in humiliation and watch as the more experienced "big kid" bloggerpeers gather in their intentionally-established bloggerrings (notice that I'm desperately trying to avoid assigning the word "clique"), and giggle and point fingers at me and my hideous bloggerflaws. (Traumatized during my early school years? Perhaps.)

All this to say that this morning I finally had to admit that thus far, two weeks after finally submitting my first real post, well, um, I am the only one who has actually viewed the blog (16 times, I might add). And therefore, who really gives a rip what I write about?! So, here we go. (deep breath) Venturing out into uncharted waters. (ignore the rising panic) Ready to write...about anything...regardless of the bloggerclique (there, I said it) enforced consequences. And here I go.

Defining the Journey

Introspection has long been a driving force in my life. So have curiosity, risk-taking, the push to learn and grow, and (unfortunately) the constant need to make everyone happy. Throughout my adolescence and adulthood these forces have been known to rush at me, simultaneously, from all directions, each vying for control. They create eddies, sending me spinning, as I seek new adventures, overload myself with new "assignments," and respond to the internal pressure to do everything "right."

My ongoing campaign is this: To train myself in the art of self-regulation as I listen most carefully to the still, gentle voice that guides me to a place of fulfilled purpose and overall well-being. Rather than continue to strive to meet unrealistic standards that result only in overload and fatigue, the goal is now to listen carefully to intuition and the spiritual voice of reason and to aim to keep step only with them.