I’ve been formulating this post in my mind for a few days now, so stick with me for a few minutes.
My blog is boring. Yep, I said it. I know why I don’t have readers, I know why my family makes comments about how boring it is and Trevor’s blog is so much more interesting, and I know why I don’t enjoy writing each day (or the days that I attempt to write something).
I know that I am not being my true self on here. Why? I do not know. I feel like in “the land of millions blogs” out there, I need to write for the interest of others. Which, of course, does not make any sense. I should be writing for me. I should be writing because I enjoy it, and because I love putting my thoughts, stories, and photos out there. I keep saying I don’t have a niche, a place in internet land, and maybe I don’t… but I’m okay with that. Do you have to have a place? No.
I am a very candid, funny (or I like to think so haha), silly, excited, happy, loud, completely ridiculous, outgoing girl… I ramble on and on and on and on… And looking back at my posts, none of that is reflected! I fall short on putting myself, who I really am, out there. I feel like I need to put this show on, to try to get readers to enjoy my posts.
Let me try explaining it a little better and “paint a picture”….
An example of a day-to-day conversation I have with friends/family:
Me: I like to buy books
Josh: why pay for what you can get for free?
Me: I like to keep them. The library, unfortunately, frowns upon that.
Josh: haha they are sticklers about that whole “sharing” thing…
Me: Haha. I’m last born, I don’t share.
While some people might not find this funny, entertaining, etc… I do! Because it’s who I am. I am the youngest of 4 kids in my family, I don’t share, I tell too much information, I’m the “informer” in the family. My family knows all of this – and they still love me! (Or, at least I hope they do!)
Also, I like to do shots with my sisters, dance uncontrollably by myself in my living room, attempt to jump into the arms of people. I sometimes say the wrong thing at the wrong time, I like I make people laugh, I love unconditionally, and I am finally figuring out who I am in this world. And I like what I see.
So from here on out, I promise to you (my readers) and to myself to just be me. No act being put on.
Be my true self. I hope by putting the true, real, me out there will make me happy, and that’s all that really matters in the end.