I haven’t written in a few weeks. I’ve come to a point where I don’t really feel I have anything interesting or worthwhile to say–or the things I want to say I feel shouldn’t be blasted publicly. I realize that each thing I post here is open to anyone in the world to see. I’m becoming more self-conscious about what I post. I also know that people don’t really care about the day to day things I do or my average thoughts.
Who cares that I’m an average sized girl trying to drop a few pounds so her jeans fit a little better? That’s boring. Who cares about seeing pictures of my cat and dog? Probably just me. Who cares about any of the recipes I’ve tried or my simple organization stuff? My blog doesn’t have a specific theme. The only thing I really like on this blog are my travel stories except I don’t travel often and I’m not very adventurous. There are things I want to write about but just want to keep it to myself.
Now don’t mistake this as me being unhappy about things in my life. I’m EXTREMELY excited about my upcoming wedding and I am so happy to have Kyle in my life. When I look at him and my heart fills with up with joy–I feel like sunshine will come bursting out of me–it’s a ridiculously happy, cheesy feeling I get. I’m very happy to have my sisters, my incredibly adorable niece, family, and my great circle of long-time friends.
I feel like if I post something it should have a real purpose. I shouldn’t just post for the sake of keeping the blog active. I can honestly admit that I very often doubt my writing abilities. I earned my degree in journalism and now get paid to write creatively on a daily basis. Still doesn’t shake those doubts. I thought once I graduated I would feel confident. I wanted to work for a newspaper and be a “real” journalist. Ah, but what’s a writer without a little self-doubt to keep the fire in their belly glowing?
Anyway, this post is all over the place. So, I’ll check in again when I feel I have something interesting, shareable and worthwhile to say.