I know I left it around here somewhere…
A week ago, we were almost ready to launch our blog. My friend Hannah and her boyfriend Lee worked tirelessly to get this blog designed and functioning. She asked me after revealing the final draft of our design – “How soon do you want this up and running? We can do this in a few days if you want.” We were so jazzed about the design and all of the ideas Hannah suggested, we wanted to take this momentum and run with it. So I said, “Monday or Tuesday.” Yep, a two or three day turnaround seemed like a fair enough deadline (or not). But I went forward with confidence that we could start this after getting an enthusiastic “yes!” from Shawn.
On Sunday, we went to work. After we gave her our blessing on the design, Hannah sent us a list of things we needed to do. Besides the signing up for a million different services, including our social media, we also needed to provide content. We had already worked on a couple of quintessential notables like the about us section and a tentative itinerary. But now we needed to create something far more intimidating – The First Post. Our introduction to the world didn’t have to be long. It didn’t have to be a complete picture of everything we are and who we want to be…but it did have to give people a glimpse of what this journey is all about. How we got here and why it’s so important to us. And it had to be done in fewer than 10,000 words, which is sadly the path I had been on when I finally told Shawn, “You do it.” I can’t tell you how many drafts of that first post I had. They all sounded fake, though. They all sounded like someone else – the blogger I wanted to be, not the one I am. I wanted it to sound just like us and instead it sounded like something a robot might piece together and spew out if it read as many travel blogs as I had.
So, Shawn wrote the first post. When he sent it to me, I just looked at him and said, “It’s perfect.” It was everything I wanted to say and more.
“Most people are much better at saying things in letters than in conversation, and some people can write inventive, artistic letters, but when they try a poem or story or novel they become pretentious.”
– Charles Bukowski
Months ago when we first started tossing around ideas for the blog, I told him I thought we should schedule some time to sit down and figure out how we were going to weave our individual writing styles together so that the blog would seem more cohesive. He looked at me like I was insane (rightfully so) and said, “It’ll be fine.” Despite my arguments, which weren’t very good, I agreed and let it go.
One of the things I struggled with when starting this blog, and to an extent starting this adventure, was how to find my Voice. What did I have to contribute to this wide world of blogging where such talented writers, photographers, and poets exist? When it was time to give Hannah a suggested third and the last post before we officially launched the blog, I opted out. She assured us it was fine, and it was. We were still welcomed with an overwhelmingly positive response (thanks all of you again!) I decided I couldn’t force the posts. I had to let them come to me.
I talked to Shawn about my concerns later that night, and he told me not to force it…that I had basically just “written” my post while talking to him. And that’s where I found it. My voice. This is just a conversation between me and my best friend, my husband. We’re letting you in on our wonderfully weird and sometimes inane conversations. It’s the best voice I have to share. The one that I use with the person I love most in this world and with whom I wanted to share this adventure with in the first place. It’s still mine, but it’s the place where I feel most comfortable just being myself.