I googled, “the right way to begin a weblog.”
It was 2008 and I used to be itching for a inventive outlet. After years of constructing a profitable private coaching enterprise, I spotted that though I beloved my work, I had uncared for my creativity for much too lengthy. I’ve been writing since I used to be eight however had let years go by with out doing so in my twenties.
So, no joke, I actually googled the right way to begin a weblog, and fuckin’ began it—this—proper then and there. This weblog you’re studying no was first known as it “Eat, Elevate, & be Glad,” and it was primarily about health and meals. Though I didn’t know if anybody was listening (wtf are analytics?!) I wrote and I wrote and I wrote and IT. FELT. SO. GOOD.
Over time, this little weblog turned a legit web site, and finally, a enterprise. I began teaching shoppers on-line, creating exercise plans and diet pointers. That developed into “life” teaching & physique picture therapeutic, which finally expanded into what I do now: serving to womxn reclaim their energy by way of enterprise & private teaching, Tarot readings, and a wide range of magical choices.
I usually joke that I went from kettlebells to crystals—macros to magic. As I developed as a womxn and a witch, so too did my work, however none of that occurred in a single day. It’s been a strong TEN YEARS since I started. I’ve lived many lives, skilled hella failures, and brought a myriad dangers. Each single day I get up and get to make artwork and magic whereas serving to others do the identical.
However NONE of that will have been attainable if I’d been too scared to start out.
I may’ve let imposter syndrome maintain me from creating that lil child weblog in 2008—who the fuck am I, proper? Who cares what I’ve to say?! Nobody will learn it so why even trouble? I may’ve let the concern of criticism maintain me small and silent. I may’ve declined the decision to my magic, however I didn’t.
I wrote as a result of my soul requested it of me—begged, actually. I wrote as a result of I wanted to, for myself, for my very own success. And I shared that work as a result of artwork is supposed to be shared, consumed, digested. It was (nonetheless is) scary as hell, however I did it anyway as a result of wtf is the purpose of all this if to not reply your soul’s calling?
Darlings, what’s your soul begging of you?
What’s that magic you’re being known as to make?
What are you aching to manifest?
What’s stopping you?