I wrote a post yesterday about things that piss me off. This stemmed from a comment someone made about how I use profanity in my blog. As I stated in the post, it wasn’t about the criticism, it was about the generalization behind the criticism. After sleeping on the issue, I began to contemplate the fact that maybe the person that wrote the comment had a good point. I am trying to build a base of readers interested in what I have to say. I’m a literal unknown in the world of blogging, so I don’t want to jeopardise the future success of my blog by alienating potential readers. I talked about it with a very good friend of mine, and he reminded me of something that is very important. He said if I change my writing style, then I lose my uniqueness. When I write, there is no filter. It is a 100% representation of what’s going on in my mind. Changing that could even have the opposite effect. Those that do appreciate my style could now be turned off because I have compromised myself for the sake of others. I can’t control what other people think, but I can control how I think about myself. I don’t ever want to loose sight of that. I am who I am. If you ever read my “about iicents” next to my picture on all my posts, you would see a little passage that sums it up beautifully. I’ll share it with you now.
I am who I am. Who I am has been forged in the fires of trials and the steel of tribulations. Built strong enough to strike a fearsome blow upon life, but sturdy enough to handle the recoils of hardship that it brings. I am a product of my mistakes, wrapped in a vessel of understanding. I know that the future is mine to mold and the past is ONLY a reminder of the events that have shaped me. I am of unique design that nothing earthly could ever alter or duplicate. Grateful. A troubled soul still searching for peace within. My road may be long, and my journey is grueling. But the blanket that comforts me is knowing that I am a capable traveler. This is my definition. This is who I AM.
And what do you know, not one curse word. Ain’t that some shit!
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