As I’m writing this, I have 96 followers. It’s not much compared to most of you big-shots with thousands of followers, but for me, who have only started focusing on growing this blog sometime late last year, my first one hundred followers would be a big milestone.
Let me take this opportunity to thank everyone who have decided to follow and subscribe to my humble blog. I hope I can continue to educate, entertain and not disappoint you guys too much. Thank you for joining me on this journey.
I originally did not know what to do, write or post on this site. I literally had no direction. No direction, means no growth, and that’s exactly what happened. This blog had almost no growth in the past few years.
Then I realized I want to be a full-fledged writer. To be a writer, I must, therefore, write. Where do I write? I thought about that for a while. I thought that blogging must have fallen out of the mainstream’s radar probably due to micro-blogging and social media. It was a dying thing, I thought.
Life can be a big pain sometimes… Well, most of the time, really.
I feel overwhelmed with everything going on in my life. I often wish I could just step away from everything and hope it just fixes itself. Unfortunate for me, things are not conveniently set up like that.
Have you ever had days like that? Days that make you feel that breathing is suffocating – that everything seems to be falling to pieces?
I feel that way. It is like everything I have worked on has been for nothing. All of my hard work is crashing down, and no matter what I do – it keeps on falling. Hence, my paralysis.
I feel the futility of all my actions. I feel the impending doom breathing down my neck. I can feel it slowly wringing my neck.
I want to fight – I have to keep fighting. Yet I feel like I am backed in a corner with nowhere to go, nowhere to run…
Have you ever had one of those experiences when you really wanted something, but when you got it, find yourself unable to do anything with it?
It happened to me when I got a printer with scanner. I found myself unable to work on anything worth scanning and uploading for a long time after I got it, despite the fact that I bought the printer for the scanner, so I can scan drawings and stuff.
I got one of those blank journal/notebook things as a birthday present from my sister. I had wanted to buy one of those for quite some time now, yet find myself second guessing purchasing one mainly because I am not sure what to do with. I do know that I should write in it, but what exactly, I don’t know…
There is no rule how one should carry their journal, it is the journey of your personal space, your life, cherish it, when you come back and read it one day – you’ll smile, cry, or whatever, that is your life, make it, claim it, own it.
Then I read that one from a Yahoo! Answers page about what to do with these journals. I really liked that part about not having any rules. Why? That’s basically what is paralyzing me about writing in there. I feel that there is a certain rule or guideline that I should follow.
There is no rule. You define it, yourself. Do what you want. Write anything. It may be embarrassing or silly now, but a few years into the future, you’ll certainly be glad that you have written them down.