“Hey there, it’s me, Beulah, or as many of you know me, Daizy. I started this blog a few years back as a way to explore my creativity, which was incredibly fulfilling for a while.
I’m a bit sporadic by nature, and that definitely reflects in my blog. My articles come when they come, and I cover a wide range of topics. In those first two years of launching Black by Beazi, I did some serious exploring. My writing is often sprinkled with sarcasm and an easygoing outlook on life, because that’s just me. Well, not all of me, but you get the idea.
Honestly, I can’t remember the last time I read a book that didn’t delve into the human condition. I’m a big fan of books written by psychologists, biographies, and I’ve recently discovered a fascination with biological anthropology. These stories truly matter to me, and I’ve always had this burning desire to share some of my own. I can confidently say that I have an opinion on almost anything, although I’ve learned to censor my thoughts over the years, which is pretty sad, to be honest.
Lately, my mom keeps asking why I stopped writing on this blog. My go-to answer is always, “I don’t have any more stories to tell,” but we both know that’s a blatant lie. I’ve been pouring my thoughts into my journal instead. The first page has this question written on it: “What would you do if you weren’t afraid?” I first came across that line in Sheryl Sandberg’s Lean In, and my immediate response was, “I would write.” And that brings us to why I’m going on this long rant (or explanation, if you prefer).
Out of fear of being criticized by those close to me and society at large, I hit the pause button on one of my talents that brought me immense joy. I’ve been constantly worried about how I’ll be perceived or if my digital footprint will come back to haunt me years down the line. But you know what? That’s no way to live. In Spencer Johnson’s book, Who Moved My Cheese, he encourages us to face our fears because, in the end, they’re just emotions.
I’ve asked myself, what’s the worst that could happen if I wrote about what truly matters to me? The answer is… well, maybe I won’t get readers, but hey, it’s not like I’ve been getting many without writing, right? But what if I find a community that follows me on this adventure? Wouldn’t that be amazing? So, last week, I decided to take a gamble and published an article that had been sitting in my phone’s notepad for over 5 months. The positive response was overwhelming. And for that, I want to say thank you to all of you.
To conclude, I’m back to painting my black canvas with vibrant colours, maybe some with innuendos, but mostly with my straightforward words and views. They will be me, unafraid.
Your woke author, Beulah.
Black by Beazi 