I won’t keep you waiting like a Pinterest recipe where you have to scroll to the end, so here it is…
what made me think people actually cared what I had to say?
what made me brave enough to hit “send” on this first post, my fear not being that NO ONE will read this, but rather, that ANYONE at all will read this?
not really sure, but here we are!
We all feel imposter syndrome, all the time, in all different ways: at our jobs, in our relationships, as parents… But rather than asking yourself “who let me do this?” we should really just sometimes say f*ck it, “who says I can’t do this?” and do the dang thing anyway.
I’ve always LOVED writing, I’ve had journals upon journals full of goals, dreams, and narratives of life since I’ve been a little girl. Journaling has helped me get through some of my toughest times, has allowed me to work through so much internally, has allowed me to express appreciation in ways that transcends just a basic “I woke up today therefore I am thankful“ list.
I’ve thought about blogging but it’s never felt like the “right” time. Or if I started something, I feared skipping one week would mean I’m a failure and therefore silly for starting at all.
But now here I am, nine months pregnant, typing this on my iPhone as I wait for my laundry to dry.
I’m not doing this to make money, I’m not doing this to impress anyone, I have no expectations of posting on a consistent schedule or sharing life-altering advice…
I’m really just doing this for me.
selfish, but honest.
I mean, why do we even need a reason to do things in the first place? Why did anyone need to give me permission to be one of a million people typing away on the internet?
Lost in obscurity, but totally worthwhile if it brings me joy.
Not seeking approval or acceptance, not expecting perfection from myself, just showing up, perfectly imperfect, typing whatever’s on my mind that day.
if nothing else, it will be fun memory collection to look back on!
cheers! 🥂
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