A month milestone
My one month Substack anniversary. I can’t quite believe I’ve made it…Wow!
I feel emotional, elated and overwhelmed. I struggle with committing to things and the fact that I have stayed and not ran away or lost interest astounds me ( see my post about the push and pull of wanting to be creative and you will understand my mindset)
I was once fearful of people’s opinions of me but Substack has allowed me to publish, read and bask in a sea of creativity. It has opened doors to me that I never thought were possible and allowed me to creatively thrive. It feels like a safe space and somewhere that I can write without fear.
Being on Substack happened on a whim, mostly down to my own curiosity after seeing a link to
which then beckoned me to dive into the world of Substack. Sian’s pieces on Still Space resonated with me and it lead me to seek out others writing and to create my Substack.Its creation happened on impulse and then my first piece poured out of me. The next couple of pieces were hard and I felt the pressure to create something unique. But then I remembered that this is not the purpose of being on here. I don’t really have a direction with my writing, the ideas just seem to come, some fully formed and some just a sentence. I had no idea that so many pieces were waiting to pour out of me until I started writing on here. Sometimes I can be sitting listening or watching something and the lightbulb of inspiration flashes and then I quickly make notes to capture my next idea.
I think in order to be creative you need some form of creativity around you. It creates a ripple effect and I let myself go. Since starting my Substack I have brought more books and delved into reading again. I take time to really enjoy tv, films, reading and listening to podcasts. I have also found that I have taken back my time even more then I ever have before. Writing was a piece of the puzzle that was missing from my life and I can not believe how much of a difference it has made.
Not saying that imposter syndrome doesn’t sit patiently in the corner waiting for it’s moment to rear it’s ugly head, but the small pleasure of writing and creating for my Substack seems to keep it at bay.
Having interactions with other writers and seeing the positive sharing and community on here has been good for my soul. It feels nice to know I can create, post and share my thoughts with others on the same page.
I feel proud to be a part of this community and that I am reading and seeing things that I may of never seen if I had not delved into this world.
I can not wait to see where my writing journey will go. I’m forever grateful for this growing community and the fact that it has let me bloom and grow. I am proud of my growth and my Substack.
“Start writing, no matter what. The water does not flow until the faucet is turned on.” — Louis L'Amour
Authors note:
Before I started Substack I wanted to dye my hair a new colour red - I was determined to make a change and I felt so strongly about this that I had colour tests done where bits of my hair were were cut out and put in packets with blobs of colour to see how it reacted. I went through several of these tests and the colour never took. I was going through a time of stress and feeling out of control so I think I zeroed in on my hair as the one thing I could change and control. But alas it was not meant to be and then I discovered Substack and everything changed. A week ago I was sat in my hairdressers having my normal hair colour redone and I felt a serene feeling wash over me, I was sat there on my notes adding and changing sentences to my writing and I knew that this was what was missing from my life, not red hair.
How do you feel about your Substack? What does it mean to you?