How this blog came to be
I was – as always – advising a friend about some random thing and she told me “I think you should write a book.”
“Me? Write a book? What about?” – Was my immediate reaction.
“Yes, about how people should look at life and relationships. You always have something relevant to talk about that”.
I chuckled and said it would be the biggest scam in the universe. How could I write a book about a subject that I – myself – can’t deal with? Without a glimpse I can tell you that I’m on my TOP 3 list of the most neurotic people I know. And to tell you the truth, I’ve only grouped like this in a list to try not to feel so bad, because I have a strong conviction that I’m leading the list.
This conversation took place over a year ago and for
Until one of these days I was reading a book that told the following story (summarized in bullets because this post is not exactly about that):
- Someone idolized her yoga instructor, said she guided high meditations, understood everyone, and so on.
- Then she befriended her and was called to a party at the instructor’s house and saw that she was full of addictions, problems, human flaws.
- Then the person stopped idolizing the instructor and went badmouthing her to the book’s author (who I wish I remember who it was to reference properly, but I don’t).
- The author of the book told to the complaining person that she was only so good and sensitive as a teacher because she lived the weaknesses of the flesh, so she understood what others were going through and guide them in a positive manner.
Which brings us back to our (my, sorry to get you involved, reader… I’m feeling intimate already) case. Not that I find myself overly sensitive, but after reading this I began to wonder that my wide range of mental addictions might not be a weakness… maybe they would be a strength to take part on this journey and write about this kind of thing.
And then I thought: well, I already read a lot of self-help/psychology/etc. books… I could share with people. Not by writing a book, of course… but maybe a blog…
A few more months passed. I spent this time doing what is expected of someone who wants to start something serious: I spent at least 4 months rigorously detonating my idea with thoughts like:
“You will need a looooot of self-help fill a blog… do you think you can handle?”
“Who will be interested in this?”
“Your idea is a great shit”
And then there was a video (this one I remember was an interview of a guy named Preston Smiles – but I don’t think he is the one that originally created the expression) and he said that the human being is a “meaning-making machine”.
The next step was to associate that the blog could be about that: since we’re going to make sense of everything… why not try to think about this process and influence it?
The stories we tell ourselves (and others ultimately).
What to expect? Some miscellanea that I find really cool, always trying to give this sense making and self-improvement bias. I think my friends will like it and that maybe you will too (maybe we can become friends).
Even after all those events it took me a while to really be able to sit down and write this post. Eventually, the text chased me. Yes… this post you are reading. I would sleep and wake up thinking about it. Sometimes waking up in the middle of the night thinking about posting and starting the blog. I don’t know if you have ever felt this, but I can tell you as a long-time writer that texts that want to be written are relentless. They will drive you crazy but they won’t stop showing up as thoughts until you sit down and write.
And now I wrote and Alea Jacta Est. See you in the next post.