SeanFromCanada's Blog

Is this blog my journal? No…at least that’s my initial answer. I’m not writing to provide a running detail of my life. This isn’t my venue for personal celebration or issuing a cry for help. No, my intentions are grander than that.

Though my writing, I take on different characters. I reflect conversations I’ve had with other people or things I’ve seen in the news. I write to create images, moods, thoughts and emotions…this is interesting to me. In fact, I’m fascinated with different perspectives and different ways to tell stories. What I write is not always me. I picture other people, sometimes. I imagine a homeless addict, an impoverish child, a billionaire’s son, a fearful parent or a wounded soldier, for example. I express the emotions and stories I imagine live within these people. I contemplate situations potentially going on in others’ minds. Self-transportation is interesting to me, and I’ll admit I seek to prompt it in others…

I tell you all this because I’ve received a lot of comments about yesterday’s post (The Uncertain). It was a warm feeling when caring friends contacted me asking if I was okay, based on the ‘vague but somewhat heavy message’ within the article. Thank you for your concern. Thank you for reading and taking pause to think of me, personally. I am fine.

While the reach-outs were appreciated, I felt most invigorated by a response I received from someone I don’t know. It read:

Sean. You don’t know me, and I don’t know you. But today, with your blog and my unexpectedly opening it, you made a difference to me and brought some much needed perspective. You’re right, we’ve all been there, the hard part is showing vulnerability when we have worn our “Super Hero” costume for so long. So thank you 🙂

This is my reason to write – this is what I’m trying to do. I’m making an offer within my stories, my poetry and my rants. I seek to connect with people – whether that’s through humor, compassion, education or simply creative art. I want to continue to challenge myself to create pieces that trigger something within other people. I appreciate that what may be triggered might be concern for my situation, but that’s not my intention.

And so we end where I began with the question: Is this blog my journal? I’m not entirely sure that ‘no’ is the right answer. It is a fact that my words originate in my mind, and flow through my fingers to the page. I create my posts, at some point in my life, and share them under my name. I make conscious decisions about when to post each piece. While I don’t always post things the day I write them, they are time-stamped within the timeline of my life. So, maybe there is a record being created. Maybe this is a journal, of sorts. My heart, my mind, my own reflection and my emotion run through each thing I write.

I will always welcome your thoughts and feelings about what I write – whether you’ve liked it or hated it.

Thank you for your concern.

Thank you for being a part of this.

More will come.