You know how you fall in love with someone and not even realize it happened?!! Well…this has happened to me twice now and both times have been magnificent and beautiful. The butterflies, the stolen glances, the funny kind of anxiety that comes with it…oh love, what can I say?? It makes you a whole different person.
Here’s where it gets interesting…while one was with an actual human being, the other was not. I fell in love with words. Writing has been in my system for ages but I never realized its significance in my life until one day it hit and I was like, ‘I want to do life with you.’
As much as it’s a big part of my life now, writing didn’t come easy especially in school. I remember my literature teachers constantly complaining about my writing skills and as a result, the grades were not any better. This…FYI is one of the reasons why I didn’t like school. Anyone who knows me can attest to this. *confessions of 12 year old me. But anyway, I closed that chapter of my life and when I got to campus, I think a flip switched and I don’t know how, but that form of art got surprisingly good and as a result, I started doing academic writings for the extra cash.
After sometime, a friend of mine approached me and echoed words that stuck! “Hey why don’t you start your own blog??” I laughed it off at the time and didn’t give it much thought. But fast track it to when I started working, I felt that I needed to do more with my life…I felt I had a special calling but I didn’t know how to really explore that. I tried to lock out the thoughts, but they kept on coming back. It kinda felt like how super heroes get called to duty but get cold feet or so freaked out because of the responsibility that comes with the role and the ‘cape’. (Yes I consider myself a super hero)
Well I put on my cape with lots of uncertainties and doubts. But nonetheless I had to move. I really didn’t know where to start or how to perfect my craft, but I had to make my own path. I had already made up my mind and I didn’t want to go back on the decision. ‘Forward is forward.’ I kept telling myself.
Fun fact: do you know that Marykenya wasn’t something I carefully sat down to think about…I just asked a friend of mine how I’d start a blog and Marykenya came up as a pseudo name; an example on how I’d start up and here we are….at 35 amazingness!!
Writing is my form of art. I best express myself through words…and creating a website for me has been by far the best decision ever. I get to share my WORLD with the rest of the world. I get to inform, entertain and even make someone feel better with my chain of thoughts….I can change the world with the my art.
How awesome is that??
It gives me so much joy when people enjoy and mostly relate to what I write. I read the endless feedback from my readers and I literally tear up *most times. It makes my heart sing and my day is complete. I feel most fulfilled when I get to inspire some kind of positive change with my writing and create better understanding on topics that are not openly discussed or somewhat difficult to understand. My mission is complete.
People say they work to live their dreams but I can pretty much say I’m living mine. Writing for me has been a dream and not just write but write really well. Whenever I sit down to write a post, I always try or rather strive for it to be better. Better than my previous work. I make sure my mind is right even before I start writing.
Marykenya is my baby…something I call my own and it is a baby that has taught me so much and I credit it to a lot of my metamorphosis…I never knew that pursuing what I loved the most, would result as life long lessons. I started off Marykenya with no clue what I would do but I had hope and I thank God for the amazing support system.
So as I conclude…I’d love to tell you my loveliest reader, that good things take time appreciate the small wins and take the losses more than lessons. Figure out what you want to do and learn on the job. And remember to adore and live beautifully through your form of art.
P.s For those of who are wondering why I stuck with Marykenya is because it was simply simple. And plus I wanted people to know where I come from.