W I B (Why I Blog)

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I absolutely love reading authorised biographies and auto-biographies. They are one of my biggest sources of growth in my life. I love the fact that the people are so vulnerable and real and that the authors share such personal information. Even more so, they share their failures, dreams, achievements, regrets and hopes.

The books I loathe reading are self-help books. I find them so generic, fake, lifeless and usually filled with motivational nothingness. I really don’t care about the 7 Steps to happiness or the 59 Keys to becoming a better leader. When I think of self-help books I get this image of a bleach blonde, spray tan, fake white teeth, smiley girl. Not sure why but that is the image that comes to mind. They lack individuality and intimacy. Rather tell me about your battles and your victories. How did you handle your success? What did you do in your darkest hours just to get through? Etc.

Sometimes I lie in bed and think about what I would say in my auto-biography if I ever had to have one. And we all know that aint gonna happen, so hey, let me have my moment. So my Blog is probably the closest thing I will ever have to an Auto-biography.

If my thoughts irritate you then just don’t read on. It is not my intention to offend or slam any person, organization or group. All it is, is my random thoughts on love, life and everything else. Maybe an online diary you can say, that might I add, if I was a celebrity you would have to pay a subscription fee to read. I apologise before hand if there are spelling mistakes, grammatical errors and way too much emotion (I blame that part on either being pregnant or having a baby since 2008).

I am over my thoughts, ideas and realities been shrugged off as preggy hormones or baby blues. Yes I have all the above mentioned but this is my reality for the next couple of years and this is what I think, feel and believe.

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