There are so many blogs out there written by people who have exciting or dramatic lives. People who have experienced loss, or pain, or passion, or innumerable life events that I have no claim to. When I think about these writers, I wonder if I have the right to write too?
I have always liked writing, I probably would have been a teacher if I'd grown up in a family that encouraged women to further their education. I put it to one side for a very long time while I got on with the day to day of earning a living and making a life. It's only now when I have slowed down a little that I have taken the time to go back to that love of putting my thoughts on paper (or screen).
At the same time, a little voice in the back of my mind says that I have no real, gritty life experience to write about. No huge traumas or dramatic incidents to wax lyrical about. I just have the life that I've lived for the last 50+ years and would that be enough? Sometimes I have to stop basing my self-worth on what other people think is important, and go with what I feel like doing. If people are interested in my very ordinary life then that is a bonus. I've also come to realize that my life is a whole collection of good and bad and experiences that have molded me into the woman I am today and there are others out there who have fought the same battles and rejoiced at the same victories and we can celebrate getting this far together.
Very few of my friends know or care that I blog, they are getting on with their lives in a different way and aren't interested in my need to put my thoughts down somewhere. That's okay with me because I've found that there are plenty of other people out there in the blogosphere who are doing the same as I am - sharing their thoughts and their journeys and taking each other along for the ride. And in answer to my question......yes, we all have the right to write because we have all lived lives worth writing about!