I’m a bit late with today’s post but it’s still in time!
So I’ve been blogging every single day for a week now. Am I anywhere near rediscovering my passion for blogging?
I readily admit that I’m still talking far too much about my life than I would like. It is the simplest thing to write about since it is like talking to a friend about what you have been doing.
I’m wondering, though, is it such a bad thing to talk so much about myself? I justify the need to talk about myself here with two reasons. One, that this is my space and therefore I should have the freedom to decide what goes here, even if I don’t like it all that much! 😆 Two, because I don’t have another outlet to release but here. I have friends I am fond of and would readily tell about my life when we meet up, but unfortunately this does not happen on a daily basis. I am not close with my family. We talk, but I could never say most of the things I say here. I don’t have a boyfriend, whom I might meet more regularly than my friends and therefore be a confidante I can spill my thoughts to.
So bloggerdygook is the only place where my beautiful and ugly thoughts can go.
Do I still feel like blogging is a chore? Well, a little bit. It is something I keep in mind every day, like a daily task that needs to be done. However, I don’t think of it reluctantly or with dread. That’s an improvement, right?