Writing is in my head 99% of the day. Ideas of stories parade through my brain like kids on a kickball field all arguing over the rules. I can’t keep it straight so I ignore it. I push it away. I peruse the internet to clear my head, only to find another idea pop in and battle all the others. Sitting in front of the computer, offering all those keys that put words together somehow has haunted me the last couple of years. What was I afraid of? Why can’t I move forward?
For two years I have paid to have this site still going, although it took you nowhere. I was nowhere. Working, living, breathing, working out, mothering…while all the while still feeling a little empty. My Instagram feed reminds me everyday that the Boston Sports Woman was around. But was she? Who is she now that she had no website? Just another nickname to hide my true identity? Is that what this has been all along?
It all started with an old colleague who asked me what I was doing after I was laid off during the Great Recession. Nothing really. My job search was a joke, and I found myself consumed by blogs. Health and Fitness blogs caught my eye. He then asked me to lead a Sports Website written from a woman’s perspective. So I took on the persona, recruited great bloggers who shared amazing posts about their lives, their interests in fitness, food, sports and family. Uncovering like-minded women who shared passions and wanted to share them with the world.
That was nearly 10 years ago. I’m still The Boston Sports Woman. But, who is she? What is her mission? What are her guiding principles? I actually never had any idea who she is other than a name. Until today.
Do you ever notice that we’re consumed by statistics to paint a picture of successes and failures? Failing is good. Success is great. But what about the in between? Maintaining. I’ve been in maintenance mode for the last two years, yet all along, I have been creating this persona, developing her mission, her principles, and finding her path.
I am the Boston Sports Woman. I am a passionate writer of stories tying my life to sports, making analogies that sometimes only I can understand. My guiding principle is simple – give each story a purpose, share pieces of your life and maintain who you are. Although you may not have been writing those stories down all this time, you were holding them in your head, you just needed the playing field.