Welcome to the first post of SIDEWALK TRAVELER. This journey started with the desire to create something that would bring joy not only to myself but to those who choose to travel with me.
I have done quite a bit of research recently on starting a blog. Who hasn’t? Seems that anyone you talk to or anything you read is filled with the big question. Do you have a blog? That’s followed by: Why do you want to start a blog and what will you gain from it? Here’s the even bigger question…will you make any money from it? My monkey mind challenged me with the ole’ “what do you have to say that someone else hasn’t said”.
My answer to all of these questions is I won’t know if I don’t try. All of the unknowns will remain until I discover the answers for myself. I’m not here to out blog anyone or to prove anything to anyone except myself. Being a Baby Boomer has taught me that it’s not so much what you say rather than how you say it. Well, perhaps that’s not entirely true. What I have to say IS IMPORTANT. It’s my voice expressing what it is I have to say about what I see and feel.
Having the desire to create is part of our human nature. When we are young children, before age sever or eight, we are filled with joy and happiness. The sense of wonder at every little thing we encounter makes life joyful. We begin to change as we enter school and start growing up. When we are about the age of eighteen we set out to change the world. We think we have all the answers to solve all the worlds problems. Then life happens. We get caught in the daily grind of trying to support ourselves. We go to school, get jobs, have families and slowly the years go by.
One day we realize our lives are being lived by someone who may not have experienced their true selves. Someone who doesn’t necessarily understand what the words joy and happiness means anymore. We have forgotten those moments when we were younger and filled with awe. We may think “no one ever taught me what the meaning of living in joy and happiness is”. That is because as we grew up, perhaps those who we looked up to didn’t even understand it. They had forgotten because life may have become too overwhelming for them.
It doesn’t really matter. That is all in the past and we have to understand they did the best they could. Granted it may have been messed up but never the less, it’s in the past. Some where along the way we figure out that the only thing that needs to change is inside each of us. What we allow to come out is our true nature. Our true selves, the creator.
Learning to exercise our voice and be heard takes practice. We have an entire life time of being told what to believe by those whose perception is they know best what is right for us. By whose description or authority do they know what is best for each of us? They don’t. We also have to unlearn the exercise of being seen and not heard from our childhood. Whether it be from our parents, grandparents, or anyone who was given that authority including the classroom and church pew. We have to be willing to unlearn that behavior, get over the guilt, forgive them (and ourselves) and move on. I know that is much easier said than done but we will all be better off once we learn it.
Sidewalk Traveler is the creation I choose to allow to come forth today. I chose this title and subject because it will be an expression of how I see life. It is my view from the place on the sidewalk I am standing or walking as it may be.
Who knows where it will lead but the journey is going to be fantastic. Live each day by being present and in the moment. Stop to enjoy the little things. Stop and take a walk on a quiet sidewalk and see what you discover.
Until next time…keep living life to the fullest from whatever sidewalk you are on.