Blogging as Therapy
Welcome to my musings. When I began my writing journey, I wrote for myself. One never thinks that others care about their fictional stories, much less real-life musings. But as we learn, sometimes way too young, life has a habit of slapping us silly.
I didn’t learn that lesson young. Believe me, between my mother and the nuns from my grade school, much slapping was done. The slaps just never caused me to consider that anything was a tad ‘off’ in my life. I recall a shift waitressing at Bob’s Big Boy when my manager was quite upset about a kitchen mishap. He stopped midscream, shook his head at me, and turned away muttering something along the lines of ‘never mind, couldn’t have been you since you really look like you don’t care’. I was maybe 16 at the time. And it struck me, I really didn’t care. And no, I wasn’t involved in whatever it was. Was it lack of empathy? Was it too much positivity in my life? Could I just not take life seriously enough?
In retrospect, I simply never noticed if reality was different from my actual perception of reality. Funny, that statement that your perception is your reality? Well, to me it was. It took some mind-boggling situations to wake my FA up. Some were good, some were not so good. Years later in therapy, it was suggested that I try to journal. The journaling habit became further ingrained when I went through treatment for breast cancer. And here we are, with my journaling now to entertain us all in between my novel releases.
My blog topics will range from the insanity of chasing true love, to the foibles of motherhood, to life in general. My experiences as a cancer survivor, and as a non-athletic athlete, also may appear. Regardless of the topic, I am grateful beyond words that you choose to spend a few moments of your day with me.
Much love – Tessa
