The phrase ‘blogging’ has a bad reputation these days. It seems like everyone has a blog: your aunt, your overly intrusive neighbour, your best friends grandfather, and I swear, even dogs have blogs. It is this reputation that really put me off of blogging but luckily that has changed.
Society is currently in a state of oversharing: the Internet and social media are mostly to blame. The need to share every little detail of your life with the world, when deep down, no one really cares, is somewhat irksome to me. This is why I struggled with writing a blog because I didn’t want to fall into the pattern. But I realized that if I wrote about stuff that was important or relevant I could stay away from the ‘cliche’.
Blogging in its simplest form is just writing. Yes, your writing is being published for the world to see which can be intimidating but with intimidation comes honesty. I am a bit of a perfectionist so the idea of my work being judged makes me feel insecure. However, I have surprised myself; I never thought I would like the challenge of knowing that anyone at any time could read my writing.
I have found this experience kind of liberating. When I pressed the ‘publish’ button for my first blog post, I felt a sense of exhilaration, and I liked it. There is a mystery to it all. Has anyone read my work? Are they enjoying it? Are they hating it?
As of now, my blog posts have been inspired by school projects. I am faced with the dilemma of what to write about now that I am left to my own devices. I want to make sure that I continue to write with meaning and relevance. Any suggestions?