We’re all starting to realize, this space, this internet space?
It’s real! You’re real. I’m a real fucking person.
This is the real world. And we need to be real people in it.
~ Tracey Anne Duncan, Strategic Storytelling
“Who am I? Why am I here? What am I going to do?” are the questions implied in Jimmy Cliff’s classic reggae song, Many Rivers to Cross. That song was the inspiration for my first blog. When I started writing it, I used the pseudonym mountain mama because I was afraid to be me online.
In November 2008, I wrote about change here. The ideas I had then didn’t change but I did. Three years later, I mustered up some courage and dove into the online coaching world using my first name. I had a lot of enthusiasm and zero business knowledge.
I wrote in Loran’s Heart: What you know about me is what I’m willing to share. What I know about you is what you tell me. If I can’t see your face or hear your voice then, by default, I depend on your words.
Eventually, I started sharing a lot. I wrote content for pdfs and e-courses I wanted to sell. I wrote newsletters and guest blogs. In the end, I gave up trying to compete in the coaching world. It’s a noisy place, filled with smoke and mirrors, and competition is fierce. Rascals, crooks and cheaters are everywhere. There are also creative, kind coaches I enjoy hanging out with online. I love learning new ideas from them.
Now, I write about core ideas that define the real me and questions I ponder. Over the last nine years, it’s gotten easier to reveal the onion layers of my self. The writing, oh the writing, is another story. I aim to be real, interesting and inventive. I’m learning to craft what I write, to evaluate what I want to say and how. It’s encouraging to read some older pieces and think, “Yeah, that was pretty good,” until I want to go back and edit it all.
It’s been less than a month since I changed up this site and announced I’m writing a book. Some days it’s overwhelming, some days the writing flows. I write in circles and end up in corners. I write to understand the world, all the while wondering if anyone else cares or if it matters.
Everything I know about life has been learned through hard times and misfortunes. What I don’t know just might fill a book of questions. Stay tuned.