Living the Dream

If I’m a blogger, am I a writer?

I have taken up writing a blog along with 158 million estimated bloggers who believe they have something to say that someone other than their mom wants to read.

I started writing a blog when I left my country of origin and drove 7,000 kilometres to ‘live my dream’. The blog was a way to let family and friends know I hadn’t been murdered along the way, but more importantly, the blog became my new best friend. You see, I had left my friends and family behind, not because they were starting to annoy me, but because I wanted my life to change*. This change left a massive hole in the nurturing, supportive friends department, hence the blog where I could wax poetically, muse philosophically, and rant tirelessly with my new BFF.

At first it was a one-way arrow, all energy out with zero reciprocation. I had a handful of Followers (the biblical reference not lost on me despite my atheism), all related to me but I didn’t care. At least I thought I didn’t.

When I received my first “So and So, totally unrelated to you thinks you’re pretty awesome” I realized how fragile my ego was. I tentatively clicked the link provided just to see who this stalker was (admittedly I didn’t ‘get’ the blog concept yet) and lo and behold, here was a person who wrote “Well, how cool are you?!”

That tiny bit of encouragement was all I needed to keep writing. It also illuminated two very important things for me:
1. I was in desperate need of affirmation at this point in my life and
2. Maybe I did care that someone other than my mom thought I had something meaningful to say

I still don’t call myself a writer but who knows…if I get enough “So and so thinks you’re pretty awesome”, maybe one day I will be.

*Nothing changes if nothing changes, my mom always says. She is the master of the understatement.

In October 2012, I drove 6,800 kms with my artist husband, Ric Kokotovich (www.ric.kokotovich.com), and my dog Iggy, to spend 6 months in our adopted city of Merida. Leaving the fast paced world of Calgary behind, I packed my books, art and entrepreneurial spirit, and set off to explore what lay beyond the borders that had become my life. In October 2013 we hit the road south again, hoping to find out what ‘living the dream’ really means. This is my adventure.

8 comments on “If I’m a blogger, am I a writer?

  1. our stories parallel in so many ways. Our need for change, fear of change, reasons for starting the blog, which are now so completely different for why I continue it, etc. I say I can write, but that I am not a writer. At least to my definition of what is a writer.
    keep up the good work, I too enjoy your ‘writing’.
    su vecina

  2. Can atheists believe in angels though they don’t believe in the existence of gods?! Just wondering, maybe that’s a future blog!

  3. I never heard Mom say that! True enough though. I am fine tuning a few pieces for the Walkabout Wordsmythe night I am coordinating so may send them your way for some feedback! Love ya and another great blog entry that made me think, laugh, appreciate and ponder! Bgggg

  4. I didn’t know there were rules for believing in angels? Ali your musings are delightful.

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