If you want to blog but you are afraid of what others may think, this is for you.
Blogging is wonderful. To me blogging is having a continuous conversation with a friend. A friend who lets you say whatever is on your mind while they have a smile on their face.
Blogging is the lover who loves you more than you could love them. They are always there just waiting for you to drop by. A smile or hello from you makes their heart soar.
This is my experience with a friend. Who when she read my blogs would point out all the spelling or grammatical errors she could find. She would then go on to tell me, how I should have written what I wrote. She told me I could not spell and my grammar was atrocious. She did not only tell me once but every time she saw me she, told. It did not matter to her, who was in the room or where we were.
This went on for a very long time. I noticed it was distracting me and I was getting to the point where I was unsure of myself. I almost gave up writing altogether.
Every time I sat to write a blog I was consumed with what this woman or the others like her thought of my writing.
My need to write was much stronger than my fear of what she or others like her had to say.
Then one day I remembered something my father had given to me during one of our life lessons.
As a very young woman my father gave me a copy of the Quote by Theodore Roosevelt, The Man In The Arena. He said, when you are afraid to try, read this until you get over the fear. It might take days but keep on reading; the fear will eventually go away.
A few days later I knew I would be seeing my friend. I made a copy of the quote and took it with me. The moment I arrived I found her and said. “I have something for you.” I handed her the quote and said. “It is very important and I promise you every word is spelt correctly.” I went away and left her opening the note. When she was done reading, she came to me and said. “Wow, I did not know you were hurt by my words and actions. I am really sorry. You have taught me a valuable lesson.”
I politely said to her. “Since you are so good at English grammar and spelling would you like to edit my blogs, FOR FREE.” Her answer was most startling. She said. “I am not half as good as you are. I really cannot help you I wish I could. If I could it would make up for how I made you feel.”
What could I say? I smiled, walk away and decided I will try to do better but I will never let another person influence my choice to be me again.
Here is the Quote:
THE MAN IN THE ARENA
BY THEODORE ROOSEVELT
It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.
I THINK THAT SAYS IT ALL.