I started this blog on Sunday. Over the past two days, I’ve tried to come up with something, anything, to write my second post about. I’ve tried reading other blogs and how-to guides. I’ve tried to think of what I’m “passionate about” (the how-to guides’ phrase, not mine). I’ve even thought about throwing in the towel after an entire 48 hours with no inspiration. What it always comes down to is this – what makes me think that anyone cares about what I have to say?
But isn’t that the blogger’s sole reason for existing? The belief that someone out there is going to take time out of their day to sit and read our words? Why? What do I have to say that’s so much more important than anyone else? I’ve never been comfortable calling attention to myself, and the thought of writing things for other people to read is frankly terrifying. And yet, here I am.
I’m going to have to give this whole blogging thing some more thought. In the meantime, here’s another picture of Guinness.
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