I decided about 10 minutes ago to start a blog.
I’ve been thinking lately about keeping a journal, and a blog is pretty much an online journal for those who believe other people care what they have to say, right? Flying in the face of the way I normally of do things, I did zero research into the proper way to start a blog, which platform to use, or what best practices to employ to ensure success. I just Googled “start a blog” and clicked on the link to WordPress because it sounded familiar. I have no idea what I’m doing. I thought about making a vlog instead, but that would require a little more personal grooming than I’m willing to commit to.
I didn’t undergo an intensive strategic planning process, write a mission statement, create a mood board to discover my personal brand, or even read any other blogs for inspiration. In fact, I don’t follow any blogs regularly. I don’t have any idea how long this post should be and I haven’t yet pinpointed exactly what my blog is even about. And since Twitter gives me an anxious tic, I’m not sure how I’ll grow my readership.
I’m drafting this right now in an email to myself on my iPad because my computer is completely dead. I spent a few minutes right after creating my account fiddling with fonts and color schemes, and uploading pictures for my profile and header, but ultimately lost patience when the photo-cropping function proved incompatible with my iPad. Instead, in the spirit of diving in head first, I took to writing my first post.
There’s a part of me that revels in being spontaneous and appreciates the power of a leap of faith. Then there’s a bigger part of me – professional, methodical, OCD – dying a little bit on the inside as I write this. With most things in life, I take my time, do my research, make a plan (or at least a list – I live by my lists) and only commence doing once I’m really ready. In other words, I like to do it right. So, I’m not sure how this blogging adventure will turn out because, well, I’m doing it wrong.
If this particular post lacks coherence it’s because my husband – let’s call him Chris, because that’s his name – is watching American Ninja Warriors and is interrupting me every thirty seconds, saying “Honey, look at this!” or “Check this out!” even though I’m obviously working on something super important (hey, honey). If I were an actual blogger, I’d be at some trendy local coffee shop right now typing away with laser-like focus on a fully charged laptop (Why can’t I just remember to plug that thing in from time to time?).
By the time you read this I may have a bit more of my website design figured out. But the siren call of American Ninja Warriors is hard to ignore, so I’m not making any promises. I might write another post tomorrow, or I might never write one again. Read my blog if you’d like, or don’t. This is my experiment in doing it wrong, so my expectations are pretty low. You probably stopped reading around the time I told you I don’t even know what my own blog is about. If you are still reading – hi, mom!
(Sent from my iPad)