If you’re reading this, you might be wondering why the heck I started blogging. A lot of my friends are probably still wondering the same thing (LOL). So let me give you the low down about how Viva Lydiva came to be…
Ever since I remember, I had a creative outlet. I went to a school where art was mandatory part of the curriculum. During those years, I got to create and try new things every day. I had access to every thing I could ever need and want (seriously, thank you to ALL the people who made that happen). I never realized how important this outlet was for me until I didn’t have it.
I grew up with two parents who taught me how to dream (here we go – tearing up in a coffee shop right now). My parents are the two hardest working people I know…and you would think they would be ready to retire by now – but both wake up every day and can’t wait to go to work because they LOVE what they do. It’s their dream job. I am so thankful that I got to grow up watching my parents start their own businesses – for the days after school spent getting my mom’s store off the ground, for the weekends spent at the construction site of my dad’s new clinic.
At the end of the day, throughout my childhood (1) I was encouraged to be creative, explore ideas, and try new things AND (2) I was taught to take risks and work to make my dreams a reality.
We’ll skip the college years (for the sake of time and words) and fast-forward to September 2016, where I decided to take a semester long discipleship class which required that I meet with a mentor on a weekly basis. (Keep in mind I decided to do this class during my work’s busy season – definitely not my best idea LOL). Week one, I sat down with my wonderful mentor, Adrienne, and told her why I decided to do this class. The first thing she said to me was “I think you need to start a blog” and I looked at her like she was crazy…and then proceeded to tell her why. Just to name a few things I said to her…
| “What would I write about?” | “How would I do that on top of my job?” | “What would I call it?” | “Who would even read it?” | “What would people think?” |
I kept it in the back of my mind, but didn’t think about it much over the Fall and Winter. Then Spring came, which somehow ended up being more crazy at work than my normal “busy season”. I spent more hours in the car commuting to work than I’m willing to confess and spent more hours working (or attempting to work rather) in airports more than expected. For me, that meant a lot of time to just reflect, to look back on this season of life in Dallas. I got to experience a lot of things in the past few months in both my work and personal life, but I knew the Lord was preparing me for something. Some may call it the “next step”, but for me it was just stepping into a place that was scary and new for me again.
While I am one of the biggest extroverts you will ever meet, there are very few people I truly confide in: the first being my parents, the second being my closest friends, and the third being “my people” at work. I remember telling a few of them about my idea of starting a blog on top of my full-time job and getting an overwhelming “YES”. Somehow, they seemed more confident in what I was going to do before I even did it. And yet, I still did nothing about it because of my fear of what other people would think…
At the end of May, I found myself exhausted – physically, emotionally, and spiritually. I knew I needed to take time off from work. I knew I needed travel, to leave Dallas for while, and to be an unfamiliar place. That’s where I find rest and where I recharge best. So, I booked a ticket two weeks ahead of time and went to LA, where I started reading a book called “Big Magic” on the plane ride. The first chapter, called “Courage”, talked about how being creative takes courage: it takes overcoming whatever fear we have that limits us. It reminded me to think that everyone else doesn’t have those same fears is frankly…stupid. I had a name. I had an idea. I had support.
I ended up buying my domain name that night.