Benefiting from blog therapy...

I jumped right in with every intention of swimming across the river.  I could see the other side but felt tethered to that common shore I had always known. Suddenly I stopped swimming. Upon reading the blog entry "Swimming Upstream" by Jeannie Page, I paused to reflect on my goals.  Were they realistic and right for me?  Was I setting a goal for goal setting sake and once achieved, then what?  Wading in the waves I wondered which way to go, should I keep swimming across the river or return to the shore?  I decided to let go and go down.

The temperature of the water cooled and the further and further I sank the pressure increased.  The clarity I sought wrestled with the stress on my lungs.  I could not breath and did not see but in that one moment I knew which way to go—up.  I bolted through the surface of the water, burst into the air, and inhaled life with every pore on my body.  Droplets raced from my face and dangled in my hair.  I realized that it didn’t matter which shore I swam to I just needed land. 

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Here I was in the middle of turbulent waters determined to reach a goal and cross a physical boundary that was in my head.  I crossed it but went nowhere but further into myself.  I realized that I did not need goals to dream upon but rather to take steps towards my accomplishments. I did not need to focus on not doing something, such as not eating, but rather on doing the things that would impact my life for the better.

I looked at the sky, that same sky that was above me from the depths of my despair and knew what I had to do.  I immediately began to lay a foundation and with each day I toiled and tinkered with questions, theories, and ideas while nailing, hammering, and laying stone to brick. I started do practicle things that directly related to my dreams.

I drafted a new marketing strategy for my business, submitted a proposal for an art exhibit, learn to design a website and designed two, started another blog, joined Facebook, and learn to Tweet.  I immersed myself in the things I love, saw the most amazing play, dined with friends, and made new friends.  My most brave moment was to share my pain with those who pained me and although they could care less, I grew stronger and wiser by speaking my unspoken truth.

This is blog therapy, a place where souls become whole.