Time to dust this old thing off, I suppose.
What is it that’s so hard about blogging? For me… the answer could be anything, but it always comes back to the motivation. What is driving me to write in the first place? I have always loved writing. When I was 12, I created a Word document titled “In the Life of Me… Being Twelve Isn’t EASY” and chronicled various moments from my life in a hilarious first attempt at an autobiography. I used to draw inspiration from everything: dreams, other books I’d read, a song lyric.
Somewhere along the way, I lost my voice. I still love to write. I just can’t quite figure out how, I guess. Nearly a year out from my college graduation, I still tend to find myself approaching this blog as an academic chore. In the past, I have had professors tell me I have a unique point of view. Where, exactly? In my previous assessments of the entertainment and activities I’ve enjoyed, I’m fairly unconvinced I have brought any sort of unique or, dare I say- original- thought. The problem is my perspective. I see this blog as a chance to promote, to reach a larger audience. I don’t know how authentic my words can be if I am not writing them first for myself.
I know I’ve mentioned in past blogs how I am determined to stop viewing this blog as a remnant of my college education. I’m saying it again because I haven’t quite gotten there yet. Maybe it’s insecurity, or something deeper. I have a hard time wrapping my head around the notion that anyone cares to read my “point of view”. Better make it something worth reading about, then.