I’ve been contemplating blogging for a long time.
But each time I work up an “imgonnadothis” attitude, I start thinking about how ridiculously egocentric it makes me seem to assume that anyone might even remotely care about the things I may or may not post for all the world to see.
Here’s the thing– I don’t really care if three people, three thousand people, or no people read this. I kind of don’t care if it makes me egocentric to think that anybody would. I know that there are at least three blogs I anonymously follow, and it makes me feel good to know that there are at least three other twenty-somethings going through the same things I am.
So even if there’s just one person out there who anonymously reads this– and who is subsequently made fun of by their husband for being a creepy stalker [true life]– this is for you.
Otherwise this is just for me, and that’s okay too.
“One of the illusions of life is that the present hour is not the critical, decisive hour. Write it on your heart that every day is the best day of the year.” [Emerson]