Writing is hard. There’s not a recipe for writing a great post, story, or even a good text. It doesn’t work that way.
I wish it did.
The fact of the matter is that I like to write. Whether or not I’m any good at it is a totally different conversation. I have that conversation with myself a lot, actually.
When you start to blog, it’s a fun a little project that you look forward to – it’s not a job or anything. Just fun. And then you start to think, “Hey…people are reading this! Maybe this could be something! Maybe I could actually encourage one person to do something great and then my life would count!” Or something like that. Then you start to find ways to get more people to read – I mean, if you’re going to put your time in to it, people might as well read your words of wisdom, right? Then you start to look at the number of people reading your stuff. Commenting. Sharing. Liking.
Your fun little project becomes something else. If you let it.
What I’ve learned from doing this fun little project is that I have to write what I want to say, regardless of who reads it. This is my little piece of the internet to be me. I’m not writing for you. I’m not writing for Google. I don’t even have ads on here…I’m not trying to make any money on this. I’m just writing. I’m just figuring stuff out and I’d love to have you along for the ride, but if you don’t want to come, that’s okay, too.
I don’t pretend to know anything about anything. But I also don’t pretend that I know nothing about anything. When you write, you just write about what you think you know. Sometimes, your brain shuts off and the words just come and you teach yourself something about the type of person you are. But you can’t pretend to be something or someone you’re not.
It’s hard, though. It’s hard to give away a piece of yourself with every post and not have anyone respond to it. It’s like being on stage and singing your heart out and ending your song in silence. It feels…weird. It’s something you just have to get used to, I guess. It’s getting better. I used to think I didn’t care what people thought, but I realize now that I do care. I just don’t care if they agree with me or not – the important thing is that we have a conversation and get to express our differences. Or discuss our similarities.
Writing makes me happy. It makes me feel permanent, somehow. I know that sounds weird, but getting these thoughts out of my head in a half way organized manner allows me to move on and think about other things. It helps me have a log of events and times in my life when I felt a certain way or how I struggled to understand a phase of my life. Maybe my daughter will read these one day and understand the phase of her life she may going through. Maybe.
Many of you may be wanting to start a blog or write in a journal, and I encourage you to do so. It’s so nice to have some way to let out all the crap that runs through your mind and corrupts your heart. You don’t have to share it with anyone. It can be just for you.
It should always be just for you.
And while I hope you like this post, share it, comment on it, and all of that stuff that helps me have a bigger audience, I’m really just writing for an audience of one.
Sometimes you have important things to say to that person who is living your life. And you should say them.
(If you’d like to start your own blog, I’ve made a short tutorial on how to get one set up. Just click here!)
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