Unique, Like Others

I have to say, after all this time off of the blog, I feel a little trepidation about getting back into it. I have been writing daily, but privately. I'm not sure I want the constraints (entirely self-imposed) involved in writing for the reader here. I feel like I have to make sure that this is all comprehendible by someone who doesn't live inside my mind. I also feel like I have to brace myself for any comment from anyone in the world who reads this. Of course, I am entirely flattering myself and exaggerating my improtance as very few people have left any sign that they have read this. Mostly it's been blog spam. So, really I am writing privately by doing this. It's the same thing. But, the conception of it is a little different, but it doens't have to be. I'll just get into a groove and write freely like I'm doing now. It's just like writing privately with my "morning pages" a la The Artist's Way by Julia Cameron. I write for the groove I get in.

I've noticed that some people get loyal followings to their blogs and that must be nice, but I've not experienced that. I must not want that, or I would have gotten it by now. There are ways to get more readers, but I haven't taken those steps. I think I like having an anonymous blog. To be honest, I don't really want to be bothered. I like the solitary space of writing that I have carved out for myself. So, why am I writing this blog entry, right now. The reason is, it seemed that I was in fear of doing this and I decided that I couldn't live in fear - I had to push the limit of my comfort zone and risk growth. So, I'm here, and I'm willing to take what comes as a result of putting myself out this way. After all, I'm a fully grown man and I can respond to the results of my actions, which probably will be nothing. But, I will have pushed through my fear and grown as a person. There, I said it. Hey, this is a little more exciting than writing in the complete safety of privacy.

Now, I must confront myself. Do I really have anything to say? Is this prattle? It seems to flow easily. I am what I have become of 44 years of living, which has largely been done in solitude, self-chosen. I don't really care if there is much substance here. I'm doing it for the process of it. Of course, if I'm writing for others, I want to be providing somthing of value to them. I don't want to waste people's time of energy spent on reading this, but again, I flatter myself by believeing that anyone is reading this and is devoting any time or energy to this. After all there are millions of blogs out there, many better conceived than this one. But, of course, none is written by me, a unique being in the whole history, present and future of the world. There must be someone who is aligned with this writing and is attracting it into their life. The thing is, all other blogs are written by people unique in the whole history, present and future of the world, so in this I am like all others. It's not really a selling point. But, still, it's a comforting thought to think. So, I will continue to think it. The frequency I'm emitting is my own, a personal signature, so I need not compare myself to anyone else in this and I need not compare myself to anyone else's life experience who happens to be superficially doing the same thing as me. We all are attracting our reality by the thoughts and feelings we have and that's a beautiful thing.

I'm enamored of the thought of each person's uniqueness. As I've said before, there's no need to compare ourselves with anyone else. No one else can be ourself any better than we can once we realize this. Then we are home free. Free to explore the aspects of ourselves that make us who we are with a feeling of peace and freedom.

This is certainly an engaging scenario to be in, here in this life.