The ego in me tells me I can actually write. I have the talent to actually write a full fledge novel. Some of the stuff I've written is half way decent enough for people to read, and I've been told they like it (but mom's always tell their kids how much they like the things they do. It's in their mommy contract. I should know, I signed my own 7 years ago.
As I was saying, no issues whatsoever writing a book, but when it comes to writing a blog I'm more than a little intimidated. I feel like that kid that's picked last to play baseball. My sense of humor ends up disappearing and I don know what to write. Do I write a funny blog with the sense of humor of a wet leaf? Do I become this serious person I never am? There are just so many fears and thoughts that go through my head when I'm thinking of what to write I end up coming off like someone whose blog I'd never read. No humor, no sarcasm or anything interesting at all.
Most of the time I feel untrue to myself. Or maybe it's really me and I'm really just that boring and no one would actually want to read about me and my life. For being an only child, I still have a shy streak that tells me I shouldn't toot my own horn because it's just not right. But there isn't wrong with blaring your own horn (and train whistle) every once in awhile because everyone needs that healthy dose of ego and selfishness.
I'm going to add another resolution to my list (I promised you I would): when it comes to blog writing I'm not going to hold back like I used. I will be honest about things that matter, but certain things that are close to my heart will never be mentioned here.
Well, here's to a new year and being a more open me.
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