I am not my name. I have met other Melissa’s. Some smelled just as sweet. You do not have to know my name to know me. I look like a Melissa, but I am not my name.
I am not my face. To attract more readers, to appeal to humanness, I should post a photo of me. I took a lot of selfies, had my husband take a lot of wife-ies. I’ll add my image to the posts of thoughts, but I am not my face.
I am not my thoughts. I make thoughts. I am, therefore I think. Thoughts that I censor, reflect on, and type out. Thoughts that I share. Just seconds ago, this was nothing. I have made something from nothing. My thoughts are in my image. But I am not my thoughts.
I am not my blog. I was feeling incomplete. Like I was forgetting a part of myself by neglecting my writing, by waiting until I had all the just right things to say in just the right way. Waiting until never. Finally, I have made a whole extension of myself here in the infinite abyss. I have made something in my likeness. But I am not my blog.
In a way, blogging is inherently mindful. It asks you to be intentionally vulnerable, to be open. To have a blog at all is to validate some part of you, on purpose. It is saying yes, your thoughts matter.
To have a successful blog, you must be continually present, with the goal of connecting. It is not enough just to make a blog. Blogging is a practice. An intentional practice in which you engage with your blog. And your blog reaches others’, and gets mentioned in their blogs. In this presence, you must value others. You must have purpose. The web is timeless. There is no beginning, no end. You must accept that what you type now may have an infinitely small or profound impact. You must be willing to try new things, to be intentional about this extension of yourself.
We accept these realities about having a presence on the World Wide Web. But we don’t accept the same complexities about living in the Whole Wide World. Because we cannot turn it off, we cannot step outside it, we think we are not in control of our presence of the Whole Wide World.
Just as we are not our blogs, we have to remind ourselves that we are not the labels and titles, the physical body, or the thinking styles that extend from us. These things matter, we have some connection to them, but we forget that they are not us. At our core, we are sensory beings. Loving beings. Creative beings. Any other part of us, extends from one of these aspects of our core being.
I am not my name, face, thoughts, or blog. But I do strive for a presence in which my being; my senses, love and creativity are the basis for each extension of me.