BLOGGING WHILE BLACK
I’m no Tony Robbins, Iyanla Vanzant, nor is my name Oprah. I started blogging because it was cathartic for me. I’ve told too much, said too much. I’ve blogged about giving birth to my ill-fated experiences in relationships. I’ve talked about past experiences and struggling to find my way. I’ve shared my commentary on our society and the difficulty navigating as a Black woman, as a Black person, a woman, a mother, a parent, a daughter, a friend, just a human being trying to survive. As much as we are different I find we’re the same. Originally my hypothesis was that men and women were closer in our views than apart. After some time I’ve found this to be true.
We all want our basic needs met. We crave love, whether from family or the love of our life (something few of us find). I thought having the experience of being a Black woman would set me apart from so many. It amazes me that I have readers from India to China, and some remote areas I never knew existed.
I've been blessed to live in some of the best neighborhoods and attend some of the finest schools. Whatever stereotype my reader might have had about what I might and might not say does not apply. I’m neither the one who has friends that have not a pot to piss in nor one to throw out the window, or lack for anything. I have friends that live around the world and money is not an issue. Through the internet I have begun to communicate with those who do not speak my language. Thank GOD for Google Translator! Posting on Facebook I have connected and found many kindred spirits. Through social media I have gained prayer partners from around the world. The more I write the more I feel connected to others. It’s very rare that I don’t find myself agreeing with my readers and getting confirmation on my own opinions. My world has opened up.
As I find my way I find my answers. What began as a way to help myself has now turned into a way to help and encourage others. Do I want to go back into education and working with young people? Or do I need to cultivate the talent of those around me? Can you do life coaching when you have your own issues? All these thoughts run through my head. Bottom-line is I am charged with the task to be a blessing. That is my GOD-given purpose.
I’m so proud to be a Black woman. I don’t expect everyone to agree with my opinions nor relate to my life experiences. But the more I write, the more people I connect with. The more I realize how much we are all the same. Blogging while Black doesn’t distinguish me as having some obscure thoughts that no one relates to. Blogging while Black doesn’t diminish anything about me. It has only proven that we are all connected. My wish for you is the same as it’s always been. Learn from my mistakes. If I can save you some heartache it was worth telling my story. Most of all I wish you LOVE.