Throw into the mix that I haven’t had my husband home for 3 weeks, we are still in the process of selling 2 houses and buying another and I think you could safely say this has been a tough couple of weeks. When my Mum arrived I showed her my blog for the first time and she was like; “Mmm, that’s nice love” – not really her kind of thing I think! Then over the weekend I said “I must post something on my blog – it’s been ages” to which she responded “Why?” and suddenly, for the first time, I asked myself the same question. Why? I’m sure everyone goes through this, but this is my first time questioning the whole thing. Is this for me, in which case I should be able to post or not post as I see fit. Is it for others, in which case I will start worrying and questioning everything I write; is it funny, is it cool, witty, wise? I began blogging because I had been reading so many of your lovely blogs out there and I wanted to be part of the gang. I just hadn’t realised the commitment involved. My other issue is the fact that I have nothing to offer. I started this blog with the idea of starting a business and linking the two – I’ve seen how well it’s worked for some of you out there. But now that we’re moving continent that idea is on hold and this has become more of an electric diary of sorts. But, is that enough? I’m by no means fishing for compliments about my blog. But just writing about your everyday stuff, is that enough to keep your followers -and maybe get a few more? I guess I’m just wondering if any of you feel the same way – is this normal? Maybe I should just enjoy it for what it is; what do you think?
Above is the post I had saved and was about to send when I decided to check my email first. There I found this... “What I wouldn't give for anyone to think I had big fat boobies...
Ah, the days before four kids... :) Great story - so glad I found you~xo”
...it changed my day, and I remembered why I do this; because you are all amazing and you make me feel amazing too!
Thank you x