In which she berates herself for being a bad blogger

Well, no, not really.

I posted a status on Facebook the other day that read:

  There honestly is no place like home. I need to set myself up a little business from here. 

Travelling over an hour to get to work is really starting to grow mould. I've been doing it since 2007. Don't get me wrong, I like the organization I work for, the people I work with and even the location; but I really don't like the commute.

And, as I have said a billion times before, I would much rather be home doing things here and somehow earn money to support myself.

Akash said to me that I could totally do it, considering all the pies I have my fingers in, the things I am interested in, working on or good at. He said I should earn money from my writing because I'm good at it.

That may be so, but the problem is I write too sporadically and I tend to procrastinate when it comes to writing. What makes interesting writing? I probably think of many topics a day but I just don't pen them. Maybe one day we'll have some kind of chip implanted into our brains so that when good, cohesive thoughts come we can somehow save them and then download them for editing later.

Scary stuff.

Another part of me is extremely private and baulks at having the interwebz reading my thoughts so that when I meet people they know more than I realize. In fact, I've consciously cut back on posting daily status updates on Facebook for that very reason. I keep an online diary but I don't write in it often. Having a private-ish online diary is one thing. Having a public blog is a whole new ball game.

I guess I'm yet to learn the art of blogging whilst keeping my Leisa-ness just for me and those I love.

Speaking of earning money as a result of blogging, I have my second ever paid speaking engagement coming up soon. This proves to me that earning money from this is indeed possible if I just put myself out there and connect with all the right people and places. I'm both excited and nervous about it. Excited, because I really do enjoy public speaking and nervous because I just feel like this very inexperienced little fish in a very big pond and I don't know anything about anything. I have to keep reminding myself that people just want to hear my story and I alone, am the expert when it comes to my story.

It reminds me of something a doctor said to me once. He explained that as a person with achondroplasia I am one of the experts in the field and all the scientists, geneticists and doctors are learning from me; learning about the nuances of the condition, how it works and how to treat it. It was quite humbling.

(That was quite a little detour we took there, wasn't it?)

Anyway, I'm berating myself for not blogging like I should because if I don't tell my story then how's it going to get out there with any form of accuracy and truth? Time to be making sure I carry around a notebook and pen everywhere I go to make sure I write, even if all I write is just streams of consciousness. 

Be excellent to each other.