I opened this blog a year ago. And I never really did anything with it.
I'm a writer, so I'm supposed to have a blog. I'm an artist so I'm supposed to have a platform. I should build up a "following," a customer base, a readership, etc. etc.
My response to this was: FREAK OUT!
I JUST CAN'T TAKE THE PRESSURE! My blog should be brilliant and I need to tend to it like a child, I need to spend hours building up its friendship with others. YIKES! Run away! Run away!
So then I figured: If I haven't started this blog all this time, I must not really want to do it. And frankly, I don't feel the need to publish my personal life for all to see.
And then recently I had a thought: What if I didn't do it "for"? What if I took "for" out of it? What if I just wrote for me? Just did the stuff that I do. No worry about anyone reading or not reading or commenting or sharing. And I have found some bloggers out there that I love to read. I have come across simpatico souls. It would be nice to share what I'm doing with others who are doing it. And it doesn't have to be for readership or platforms or part of some branding scheme. What if I did this just for the joy of it?
My response to this is: Whew.
Now that I've taken out the pressure to be brilliant or wonderful or the most popular blog on the block, I think I can just be me.
Now I can invite my friends and family who are always asking what creative project I've been "up to" lately to see. Then the things I enjoy might be enjoyable to them, too.
So welcome, friends and family, and—who knows—maybe even strangers who are kindred spirits. Welcome to my blog. I am eager to start sharing what I am up to...