- Blogtober Came Early | Day 1/30
- My Dream Life is Complicated | Day 2/30
- Making the Case for Free Work? | Day 3/30
- Deciding to Be Better at Something | Day 4/30
- The Business of Podcast Networks in Africa | Day 5/30
- Why I Started Blogging | Day 6/30
- What’s on My Phone? | Day 7/30
- The Cautionary Tale of Modern Technology | Day 8/30
- My talk to Teens on Blogging would go something like this | Day 9/30
- On the Spectrum of Transparency and Accountability | Day 10/30
- Letter from ‘Home’ | Day 11/30
- The Africa You Never Read About | Day 12/30
- The Perks and Perils of Blogging in Africa | Day 13/30
- Reading Roundup: Interact with my 5 African Inspirations | Day 14/30
- Dear AU, are you doing enough to fulfill your mandate? | Day 15/30
- Effecting Reconciliation after Parental Estrangement | Day 16/30
- Why Kenya is your Leisure and Business Travel Destination | Day 17/30
- The Diverse, Unique and Peculiar Kenyan Culture | Day 18/30
- 10 African Traditions and Cultures that should be abolished | Day 19/30
- 5 Books You Should Read in 2019 | Day 20/30
- Reading Roundup: On the Contrary… | Day 21/30
- Spreading Mental Health Awareness to Households | Day 22/30
- 9 Lesser-Known Facts about Kenya | Day 23/30
- We Can Coexist Peacefully in Sexual and Racial Diversity | Day 24/30
- 7 Ways to Absorb and Retain Podcast Knowledge | Day 25/30
- A Family Story in Pictures | Day 26/30
- 11 Lessons from the Blog Challenge | Day 27/30
- To the Blogger who Inspired me without Knowing | Day 28/30
- To the Reader who came across my words | Day 29/30
- Mailed to Winter ABC Creators and Organizers | Day 30/30
Life grants you a restart every time you hit reset. It doesn’t ask why. It offers you space to ask why not?
I started blogging around 2011. I restarted blogging in 2018. Both with different outlooks. Both with an immense sense of fulfillment. Let’s circle back.
The year is 2011…
My friends and followers on Facebook have gassed me up enough for my writing skills. I see blatant typos and a story disconnected; they see a book deal and some writing honors. They are convinced this is it!
I used to write awful poetry back then. Awful because now I look back and realize I wrote my work in that disgusting Facebook language. Granted, the message would always shine through; it was lazily done. However, I think that editing my work now almost a decade later would give it the lift it so deserved.
My poetry days are behind me now. But I’m grateful for the way they shaped my writing style. I can’t escape Creative Writing even if I wished to.
I had lost my second parent the year before. It hit me two-fold as I never really grieved my mother’s death, which by then was 8 years after. It hit me hard. Anyone who has suffered loss will tell you grief never goes away. Yes, you will suppress it for as long as possible; you will assume you have completely healed. But it will come back to bite you. And bite me, it did.
I did not even realize how lost I was until I gathered my thoughts and expressed them on an unfiltered blog. My words had transcended Facebook walls and became something more memorable and more meaningful than I could’ve possibly predicted. If I were to give it a niche, I would call it a grief blog. I would write while weeping. Those who read my work back then could see all the pain that I was letting go of. It was a steady accumulation of little moments that filled my silence. It was therapy. It was home. It was right.
Just when I thought I was on the mend after a year of blogging, I lost my grandmother and then my best friend: the pain, the words, the platform. Monthly Apostrophe (a collection of letters sent to my dearly departed) went on for two more years, and in 2014 I took a one-year sabbatical for a digital cleanse of sorts.
That was the year I discovered myself. I peeled off all the layers deep within myself and found an understanding. I stopped publishing but would continue journaling and writing morning pages. None of this strangely deep, sometimes dark writing saw the light of day.
One year is a long time. I went completely blue as well. Sometimes I would struggle to even get out of bed, but I never stopped writing for myself. You can’t see it until you’re out of it. In 2015 after the sabbatical, I published my work again, but it just felt like the end of an era. My blog didn’t feel like an outlet anymore. Sometimes you’re the person going through it, and sometimes you’re the person loving someone through it.
I remembered how to live again but forgot how to write.
The year is 2018…
If you were born to write, no matter how many times you run away from it, it would always find you back.
This time I was more mature, self-aware, and emotionally healthier despite the countless triggers that dominate adulthood.
I was ready to relaunch for several reasons:
♦ To share motherhood experiences fearlessly and loudly.
♦ To offer practical tips and hacks for having an organized and creative life.
♦ To inspire my readers to live their truth and connect over shared interests.
Every blogger has a unique voice, and despite the occasional imposter syndrome, we should never be afraid to show it. Traffic should never be the lifeblood of our writing journey. As I evolve, I know my reasons to chisel a deep and lasting crack at this blogging thing will keep changing but what will remain certain is my love for writing. Hopefully, you will stay on with me.
This is deep. I felt it.
There are some powerful quotable quotes here which, I should say before hand, I’ll use :). “Traffic should never be the lifeblood of our writing journey.” “Anyone who has suffered loss will tell you grief never goes away.”
You are more than welcome to use them! Thank you for your words 🙂
I remember that poetry. It was real, then really sweet. Coming back to blogging I would say, is the best of the choices you have made. As you said, and it can be evidently verified, your writing is now so mature.
Yusto, I didn’t think anyone would remember hehe but it’s one of those processes that shape your journey ahead and I’m glad I went through all that. Thank you for this.