About a year ago, I decided to give in to one of my greatest desires in life and launched a blog named VindaMary after my grandmothers. My goals were to document my personal maternity style; and showcase various ways to be fashionable and budget-conscious while investing in good quality clothes, and simply have fun. However what started as a hobby became something more each day. I hadn’t realized that with the blogging experience and endeavor would come along lessons to learn and mental obstacles to overcome. For my readers, VindaMary may have been about my latest outfits, finds, and fashion sense; but for me it was more than that. Every time I hit “Publish”, I was letting go of the human fear of being judged, and welcoming with arms spread wide the feeling of vulnerability and learning to bask in all of its underrated glory. Posting became cathartic, and addictively empowering.
American actor, writer and theatre director Stephen Russell said: “Vulnerability is the only authentic state. Being vulnerable means being open, for wounding, but also for pleasure. Being open to the wounds of life means also being open to the bounty and beauty. Don’t mask or deny your vulnerability; it is your greatest asset. Be vulnerable: quake and shake in your boots with it. The new goodness that is coming to you, in the form or people, situations, and things can only come to you when you are vulnerable, i.e. open.”
As a style blogger, I had gifted myself the opportunity to discover, explore, and express the creativity I didn’t know I had. But opportunity itself wasn’t enough. Getting there meant to muster my courage and cross the bridge to vulnerability land, and be okay to accept and surrender to the gentle breeze of imperfection.
Then things began to take shape. The more I opened to friends, professional acquaintances, and strangers about the blog and my long-term vision of being a personal stylist, small doors of opportunities would present themselves. And look here I am, blogging for The Lady Project blog! Don’t be fooled…I am a work in progress. I blogged throughout my pregnancy, and man, did I think it was a challenge being vulnerable then. Just when I got comfortable with it (both feet up and hands crossed behind my head) the arrival of my son moved the V bar up a notch.
If you have been secretly dreaming of blogging and sharing what makes you YOU, go for it and let vulnerability flow in and flow out. Besides the bountifulness of resources on the blogosphere’s how to’s and where to’s is there so you will not be alone, I guarantee.
I am excited and feel privileged to be joining a wonderful group of contributors. There will be talk of style, life joys, celebrations, and discomfort zones, but most importantly freedom to be ourselves.