For as long as I can remember, I’ve loved to write. Whether it’s a fictional story or the realities of life, putting pen to paper was thoroughly enjoyable and very therapeutic. However, somewhere along the way I misplaced my dreams of writing, but found them after I returned to college. Having started a blog during that time provided an outlet, but I’ve never been able to determine my theme and recently became a bit discouraged with the whole thing.
Do I want to point out the absurdities of life and complain about them or do I want to laugh and learn from them?
Do I want to be completely honest and tell people what I think or should I tell the empathetic white lie and keep things peaceful?
The question I contemplated is do I want to reveal who I really am through this blog? After giving it some thought I realized who the hell cares? Really. The key to any blog is finding that little something that people can relate to on a consistent basis that compels them to return. And, if no one is returning to read what you write, what is the point?
This isn’t to say that so far I’ve been ambiguous because everything on this blog has affected me enough to write about it. Yet, there’s something missing and I’m determined to figure out what it is. It’s that stupid something that has me stalled and unmotivated these past months.
So, I’m thinking that September is the month of finding the mojo I lost and to do this, I’ll need to write every day – which I should have been doing anyway.
My photo adventures in Florida