I’ve been around the blogging block a couple of successful times, and in between those times – long months dedicated to figuring out what the hell is happening with who I am becoming and want to be, what I want to share, how, and whatever else, it’s hard to put life into words — much less publish in the form of a blog post.
I’m ready again, though. And this is my third whirl, hence the name. And I’m human, always in need of a good life edit, always in revision, always in draft mode.
Draft no. 3.
My buffer is very thin nowadays. In blogs past, I’ve held back, so as not to offend, or out of fear that I wouldn’t be understood, or worse, misunderstood. I’ve resisted sharing more of my creative side because I’ve often thought, “people ain’t got time for that.” I’ve yet to have a platform where I could really, truly display beautiful, creative content, uninterrupted. That ain’t what a blog’s supposed to be, y’all. And when others ask me, “How do I start a blog?” or, “I want my own website! It seems like so much fun, where do I begin?”, I’m usually like, just don’t. Unless you’re gonna be you, and enjoy it. Otherwise, maintaining a blog becomes a majorly unenjoyable pain in the ass, and you start to listen to the internet trolls, and wonder who on God’s green earth you were meant to be, anyway. I know this because I’ve experienced it all, and thankfully, as I approach mid-30’s, it’s all becoming more clear:
I don’t give a shit anymore! And, I’m excited. Which is why this is going to be so much fun. I often describe myself as creative and crazy, and in this unapologetic, uncensored, unpredictable mess of what many will categorize as a lifestyle blog (so I’ll just call it that, a “lifestyle blog”), I’m sharing what I think, feel, and love. And sometimes, it might not be pretty. Other times, content could be as beautiful as a Georgia O’Keefe painting (but probably not.) In the words of my beautiful mother, “if you don’t like it, you can lump it.” Those are fightin’ words, people.
Happy 2017. May we all find clarity and peace as to who we are and what we love (shoutouts to the caffeine-addicted working toddler-moms who are just starting to get some sort of groove back after many years of backing into garage doors, accidentally putting remotes in the freezer, and secretly enjoying 40-count bags of Totino’s Pizza Rolls when the significant other is at work and the kiddo is in bed early.)
Lord, I’m a hot mess. (With a real nice shoe collection and lipstick.) Thank you for joining me on this ride.