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It’s been a while. Again.

Full disclosure here: I’m an Interest Jumper. For a few months I’ll be obsessed with blogging, then for a few months I’ll be obsessed with writing, then working out, then drawing, then reading, blah blah blah. Other times all I want to do is lay on my couch and watch The Real Housewives of New York to the point of going into a mental coma. All these things have their place in my life.

But when I ask myself, if I could be rich and famous off of one thing I truly love, what would it be? Writing. I love to write. I don’t even know if I’m a good writer, but I love to do it. Letting the words flow from my brain to my fingertips and rearranging those words in just the perfect way gives me such satisfaction. And yet while I say that, I’ll still go months avoiding this site like it’s a Facebook invitation for one of those pyramid scheme parties.

I think the main problem is that a part of me wants this blog to be ~*The Best Blog Ever*~ by having awesome graphics and the perfect content that millions of people will share and it will put some of my favorite blogs to shame, SHAME I TELL YOU. But that’s just not going to happen simply because, with all my other hobbies, I just don’t have the brain space for it. So I think “eh, if it can’t be good then why do it at all?” Then I’ll stupidly give up and later on miss it so I come back and try to figure out why I do this to myself. Thank God I don’t treat my IRL relationships this way because me and blogging would need some serious couple’s counseling.

I think the conclusion here is I need to stop taking this so seriously. I created this place for it – it’s designed and organized in the perfect way for me, and now I just need to settle in and enjoy it. I don’t want this to be like when I play The Sims and have so much fun designing the house, that by the time the family moves in, I’m too tired to hilariously destroy their lives. What happens inside the perfectly designed house is what really matters – especially if it’s not perfect.

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