The Real Bri
I texted my best girl Samantha today in hopes of her sending some blog inspiration my way. I’ve been reading some darn good blog posts lately and after reading I often think to myself, “why can’t I write like that??” My posts typically revolve around my day to day activities, which I’m okay with and love looking back on. They’re just not so much insightful. I’ve been told I’m a good writer by some. And to a degree, I believe it. I just wish I had the skills of
some most of my fellow bloggers. If you have a minute, read these posts below. They really inspired me this week.
- Listening to My Body, by Emily
- Missing Miles, by Meggie
- Things I Learned the Month I Slowed Down, by Susan
- Discovering Blog Land, by Janeetha
I like to blog about running, family, and my puppy. I don’t always like to blog about my feelings. I do however like to believe that I’m open and honest with my readers. But I don’t always pour everything out on the puter for everyone to critique. Someday, maybe. But that’s not my norm. I hope that when I meet my blog readers one day, I live up to their expectations. I hope they aren’t disappointed with The Real Bri. I hope she is just like Blogger Bri.
I have no idea where I’m going with all of this. Maybe the feelings door on NwaP is
finally starting to crack open. Stay with me.
The bottom line is that I want to be good at what I do. In all areas. Work. Family. Life. & now blogging. Unfortunately, I’m fully aware that The Real Bri has deficits.
I want to be an amazing NP. A person people can trust with their healthcare decisions. I get a lot of hugs and thank you’s for what I do at work, but I often times don’t feel like I’m doing everything in my power to make myself the best. What is stopping me?
I want to start a family but worry when the time is right. Is it ever right?
I want to be the best sister, wife, daughter and friend I can be. I hope that I’m doing a good job maintaining all of my current relationships. I know there are some that have gone by the wayside over the years, but why does it feel like it’s always my responsibility to do the maintenance work?
I want to be a marathoner but I worry about hitting that proverbial wall. At mile 20. On 10.9.11. What if I can’t finish? What will people think? I’m also worried about my fundraising. Will I raise enough money by race day? Why haven’t I heard from some people?
I want a pretty blog since I spend so much time here. I have expressed interest in hiring a graphic designer to help clean things up. I like the way it looks, but it could use some primping. I’ve also thought about changing my blog name but can’t seem to conjure up the creativity to make that change.
I want my writing to evolve. I see it happening to people all around me. What do I need to do to make it happen for me? I want to show substance but I’m not quite sure how to go about it. I know I have substance. It’s just putting it on paper that I have difficulty with.
This is all so very tangential. I’m sorry to confuse. I went into this post with one mindset, and now here I am all of a sudden feeling very vulnerable and exposed. Is this what expressing your feelings feels like?
Rereading this, I seem to have a lot of wants followed by a lot of can’ts. Maybe that’s the first thing that needs to be changed.
News flash: The Real Bri = WIP (work.in.progress).
Ps,, Sammy, I owe you a post.