The saying is true, time really flies. To be honest I started this blog on a whim, a desire that’s been nagging me for years now but I never had the courage. 2018 has been a life changing year, I’ve dealt with massive toxicity yet overcame that and many obstacles to graduate with my BSN. Twitter was a catalyst to a desire I was too afraid to feed. The warm community left me feeling like I wasn’t alone and that it’s okay to create boldy and so Aria’s Dreaming was born. Initially I was fearful, during the process. I contemplated deleting my account all together. I felt foolish, but I didn’t want those negative thoughts to control me.
Blogging has been an outlet for me, especially with thoughts poetry wasn’t enough to quell. Initially, I was obsessed with making it aesthetically pleasing, but I’ve always been an oddball and quickly let that desire go. When I created this blog I wanted it to be a reflection of me, truth be told I’m a homebody so why go out of my way to explore to take flashy photos? It would be going against who I am. Perhaps in the future I will, but for now I’m content with sharing plant photography taken in our garden. As a lover of Mother Nature, I’ve always compared myself to her so I celebrate her beauty however I can.
What I’ve learned one month in is authenticity is key. For years I struggled with being myself. I’ve never fit in. During highschool I was very much the girl who could talk to anyone and everyone, I wasn’t into cliques. I was the vagabond of trends, of practically everything and often I felt lonely because I believed I didn’t fit in, I couldn’t. I was too out there. Too different. Too unique. Too expressive. Diving into Twitter and then shortly after blogging quickly proved me wrong. Like minded individuals do exist who understand and appreciate my expression of pain and passion. My message doesn’t allude them, it isn’t foul, but something they can relate to and I can relate to them and that’s a beautiful thing. I’m grateful for the amazing individuals I’ve met because of social media.
On the flip side, I’m also grateful for the toxic people I’ve met because of social media. Truth be told I came close to being a statistic after being cyberbullied by a “prominent” fashion blogger. Initially I was filled with so much hate, anger, and a lust for revenge but after engaging in countless conversations with friends and loved ones I quickly realized I wasn’t the problem. I’m not perfect, far from it and as previously said I’m extremely expressive, not to mention incredibly blunt. Not everyone appreciates an observant individual. However in spite of the threats and harassment I endured for nearly half a year, I’m still here and very much inspired. Driven to do better and be better. I’ve always wanted to create a positive space to share my passion for creativity and my reflections on common themes that plague us as human beings daily. After the damage the blogger attemped (and ultimately failed) to inflict I knew to make a change I needed to move out of my comfort zone. Unlike her I have no qualms with my vulnerabilities. I embrace them, they make me me. I stand for love and not hatred.
The old saying is if you can’t beat ’em join ’em and I’m proud to say I’ve done just, but with good intention. There’s lots to learn, but joining the blogging community has caused a new shift, one I was fearful of initiating for so long. I’ve talked about spreading love in previous posts, that being vengeful will bring no peace but pain ultimately. There’s strength in acknowledging your shortcomings and working towards being a better individual. I strive to do that everyday and I strive to spread positivity and love however I can. The two biggest things I’ve learned after one month of blogging is that a community I can relate to does exist and that being authentic is okay. You don’t have to take on another persona for the sake of creating. I look forward to the future and all that it brings.