Why oh why did I quit blogging?
Last night I found my old blog posts from 2010-2011 on a hard disk that my husband backed up. I totally forgot I had started with blogging so early on.
I didn’t write many posts, but I wrote enough to capture one of the most life changing eras of my time. It was the time where we live in London in a hostel. Broke. Struggling to survive. And growing up in the best way possible.
I was 20 when I started blogging and man, can you tell. Random thoughts all over the place. Spelling mistakes. Unfiltered opinions.
It made me realize how worried I have become of offending people or sharing opinions that sound too harsh, too judgmental and perhaps too life-loving-cheesy.
It made me wonder what would have happened if I would have kept blogging. If I would have kept sharing my growing pains. My previous blog posts were what blogging is about. Real life expressed openly. It wasn’t structured blog posts that tried to teach something in a concrete way with SEO optimisation. It was pure mind chatter in words.
I still feel the urge to blog. To write. To express myself. I worry though. I worry who will read it. What they will think or if I will offend anyone. I worry that I will share too much. But what is too much anyway? And who cares, right?
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