When I first started this blog, I told myself I’d blog a minimum of once a week.
That hasn’t happened.
In college I had a photo blog that I posted on every week. That was easy. Writing words shouldn’t be hard for me. It’s what I do. But on this blog, it’s difficult. I think it all goes back to my high school days of Xanga (everyone had a Xanga, right?). I posted every day, about everything. It was sort of like an adolescent journal about my feelings and relationships (if you can call them that) and what not. However, being 16 and naive, it got into the hands of the wrong people (or the wrong mean girls, a “boyfriends” ex girlfriend and her friends), and pulled me into a 16 year old high school drama mess.
So now, 6 years later, I find myself irrationally worried that someone is going to find my blog and criticize or judge my opinions. Much like what happened when my family found my Facebook (that’s really another story in itself). Why do I care? I don’t really.
Time to put on the big girl pants.
