There have been many times when I’ve sat down at my laptop, determined to type something, anything, and create a post. I’ve imagined editing the piece, checking spellings and grammar, reading it through to myself, before taking a deep breath, clicking ‘publish’ and sending it out into the blogosphere.

However, I’ve hesitated each time. Partly through fear of how my words will be received, but mainly because I haven’t fully worked out the mechanics of my blog site.

And, perfectionist that I am, I feel that if it’s not done correctly or properly, I can’t let it be viewed until it is.

The only problem with this is that it could take me a long time to master the necessary IT skills and, despite useful suggestions from friends – thank you! – I still haven’t got it how I would like it to be. Meanwhile, my blogs remain unwritten and I grow more frustrated.

Until now.

I’ve decided to just go for it. Even if it feels a bit rough around the edges.

Usually, I tend to share personal, feel-good stories on my Social Media sites. I’ve always thought that if I’m quiet online, my followers would understand that life could be demanding my attention, not always in a positive way.

I don’t think I’ve deliberately or consciously left out such details. It’s just that it can take all my energy to work through such blips, with little left for creating engaging content. However, I’m so relieved once I come out the other side, all I want is to acknowledge the lovely things I’m fortunate to experience.

It’s different with my writing.

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I was lucky to master reading and writing from an early age. One day there were black squiggles on the page, the next they had formed words I recognised and could read aloud; my pencil-circles and lines untangled themselves into letters which I joined together to create words.

Even now, I still get that buzz when I open a new book, and settle down to read, or unscrew the lid of my pen, ready to write in my notebook. It still thrills me when I type my words on my laptop and then print them out, on the page.

My ideas and stories.

Finally, I feel ready to properly honour this craft I cherish.

I want to stare down my Inner Critic, and find my voice; one that is both authentic and unique to me.

And I would love it if you shared this journey with me!

Fiona xx