The First Step

I’ve always wanted to be an artist. There’s something so profoundly moving by being able to express something inside you that is such a tangible feeling you can show it to others and help them realize that they too feel as you do. I’ve always wanted to be able to do that with writing, but I’m not anywhere close.

I’m a college student and I say and think I want to be a writer. My professors keep saying if you want to be a writer, write every day. Writing everyday is so far from where I am right now I don’t even need to call it futile.

I don’t know why I’m starting a blog, I cannot stand the idea of having people reading my thoughts plainly. I know I’m scared of what people will think, I don’t actually even want to know that people are reading what I put out there. Why? Because they might think it’s pointless or stupid, which I fear as I write. I feel like this is less juvenile and pathetic than a diary, but maybe I'm wrong.

I feel like people start blogs along with a challenge, life event, or something. I have no set plan, nothing much to talk about but myself. As you can tell I’m extremely unorganized in my thoughts and subjects. I usually outline a purpose and would come up with an anal format that each post would follow. In an attempt to beat my own system, I'm forcing myself to not spend days on end creating and editing the perfect blog with the clever name. I will deal heavily in apathetic cliches and appallingly unedited posts until I know better. I'm just becoming a writer, remember?

But I cannot write every day on my love hate relationship with exercising, my occasional experiments with cooking, my family, my opinion on movies, my no experience with dating, my political or religious views, my confused sense of style, or any other follower-gaining topics. (But you will definitely get these sporadically).

So I’ll just write about life as it comes. If that stresses you out, then don’t read it. Or tell me what you want to hear my amateur thoughts about. Or write nasty things, I probably don’t have feelings.

Thank you for not reading.