And Away We Go

I’ve toggled with the idea of writing a blog for a long time now. With all the hype, why not, right? Well, if you’re like me, you second guess everything, especially decisions like these.

For some reason, I’ve dreamed of the idea of being one of those “famous” bloggers who has so many followers and inspires so many people to improve their lives, by simply living their own. But, my question is: how? Do they have some special talent I don’t have? Do they know something I don’t know?

If you check out the Weblog Awards of the Year, you’ll see the best of the best across the globe. Damn, I envy those people. Everything they write just seems so… effortless. If you look even closer, though, you’ll notice the authors of these blogs are just like the rest of us. Their blogs are simply about their passions— whatever that may be. In the blogging world, everything goes. Find your niche market and you’ll make it big… they say.

That only makes me think: what is my niche market? Who could I write to? What is my passion? It sort of struck me that I don’t really have one. I don’t have that one thing in my life I’m constantly going back to, constantly working on, constantly loving. I like a lot of things, but I’ve never been someone who could do one thing, every day, for the rest of my life… without getting sick, bored, or tired of it. This realization didn’t settle well with me.

Everyone has always told me I’ve had a knack for writing. Have I believed them? Sometimes. I want to believe them always, though. So that’s what brings me here, now, sitting in my studio apartment on a muggy July evening, mustering up the courage to post this.

One of my brilliant professors once told me that the only way to get better at writing is to write every day. Every. Day. That thought is a bit daunting, but at least this is a start. Where will this even take me? I honestly don’t know. What I do know is I want to write more, I want to learn more, and I want to inspire more. 

If anything, that’s what I’ll do.