I’ve had people tell me since I was a child that I should be a writer. It’s always super flattering...and I always share my thanks...but inside there’s always a voice I hear reminding me that even though there are a lot of people that compliment my writing...there are some that criticize it and judge me too. As sad as it might sound I tend to let the echos of the criticizers overpower the praise of those that are kind enough to share their compliments. But I’ve always been that way to an extent. In one breath I can say that I don’t give two shits what others think about me...an art I’ve only learned as I’ve aged. But in another breath I remind myself that putting yourself out there only opens you up for the negativity of those in life that think it more important to remind you of your flaws...your shortcomings...the things about you that are flawed...or too sensitive...or too dramatic...or too “much.”

I don’t tend to pick a subject to write about. I usually just start rambling and it turns into an essay of the inner workings of my mind, heart and emotions about whatever might have made me smile/pissed me off/enlightened me recently. While I have had so many people lift me up about my writing...I’ve let the opinions of others bring me down as well.

I’ve decided to stop that. I’m sure that will be an art I’ll have to find tune as well as time goes on...but if I’m going to be 100% honest...I’m so grateful for those that choose to lift me up in life that I no longer want to put much more stock in those that want to make me feel there’s something off with me because I’m too much for their liking.

Months and months ago I promised one of my dearest friends that I’d get in gear and start my blog. This friend of mine is an amazing writer. She’s also an amazing human soul too...but her writing is something to be admired. She has often told me that my writing is just as great. She’s urged me and encouraged me to write for years. She even helped me start my blogspot months back. I promised her I’d start blogging. I posted one blog and worried so much about what others thought of it that I’ve not used it since. The silliest part about it all though? I write all the time. I get an overwhelming urge to share the thoughts in my head and heart and I take to Facebook and I share those thoughts in a status update. Sometimes I write in the notes of my phone just as my own personal journal...because I’m not sure if others will care or relate or want to read it.

I’m going to stop caring. I’m going to stop worrying if others like what I choose to share with the world.

“Because those who mind don’t matter. And those who matter don’t mind.”

Welcome to “It’s A Zaney Life.” I’m not sure how often I’ll be writing and sharing...life gets busy. I also make no promises that you’ll like or agree with everything I share from my heart. But that’s okay. This is for me. And if you choose to make it something you include in your day for you too...thank you. And thank you to everyone of you that matter.