This is my first blog post here but I can’t say it’s the first time that I have tried to write one. I have been struggling with a type of writers block that isn’t preventative of words flowing but instead of acceptance of my subject matter. In fact, it’s more of an issue that I have seen myself encounter even on social media. Asking myself a series of unnecessary questions like, “Will people like what I have to say?”, “Will this have any traction?”, “Will this matter?”, “Do I want people to know more details about me like what I’m thinking or doing?” Because social media is so prying. But then again if it wasn’t written did it actually happen. If I don’t leave a mark how will I be known? Who will tell my stories?
This thought lingered in my head. Perhaps the previously pervasive negative thoughts of social media were erroneous. Perhaps it’s not just to stunt; to tell people all of your daily routine; to lose yourself in aimless posts about random nothings; to be distracted from your daily responsibilities to the point of spousal frustration. I Can change my personal outlook on one of the most digital detritus accumulations on the planet. My o my what a footprint.
So this is my, once again, better commitment to a more purposeful post, if I so choose. As the years go by, why not document a lil bit. I’m ma try.
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