Starting out is always scary, isn’t it?
People say that if it didn’t creep the hell out of you, it might not worth pouring your sweat and blood into.
Or so I am told.
This past month, I have been struggling to start writing back here again.
I am sure it’s not because it was hard to do, the writing stuff.
I have several niche-related blogs I’ve been writing for and managing steadily these past couple of years. So I know I still got it.
This one though, is quite not the same.
Maybe because I had mental break down last year, where I took down both my personal blogs and went ahead deleting all their databases.
Yes, the ones that had pictures and stories since the moment I started motherhood.
Or maybe I am just scared of writing things in my head, and making them out loud enough that it’s no longer that easy to ignore.
So. There’s that.
This whole lot of talking to nothingness right now is probably not helping at all.
After all, what I am about to aim by doing this is not that clear in my head.
I suppose like everything else though, I will just have to see if these things that scare me worth fighting my nightmares over.
Some things are, at the end… serve bigger purpose in life.
Even it doesn’t work out, whatever I thought it’s meant to achieve… I do need a blog to channel things out. Those that I can’t say out loud, being me.
I need a place to rewind, and writing does that for me.
So here goes nothing.
I am hoping this one little step stays longer than the days it took me to even start.