If I’m being honest, I didn’t think too much about that last post.

I was being true to what it said and just did. I wrote the damn thing. And then hit publish.
And then realized I would need to keep blogging. Because you can’t just write a blog post about how you’ve been ignoring your blog but you have this urge to write… and then not write. That’s kind of a tease.

But the more I thought about it over the past few days, the scarier actually posting my thoughts has become. It feels like my mind is constantly racing with things I want to focus on, articles I want to read, podcasts I want to listen to… the list goes on.

So why is it when I read a truly beautiful, heartfelt blog post, I applaud that person and sometimes can relate to what they’re saying. But when I think about writing a similar post, I recoil at the thought.

Me? Write a blog post that isn’t professional or having to do with the industry in which I work? Being personal with the ENTIRE internet? With no privacy settings? No, that’s okay. I think I’ll pass on this.

But I keep thinking about it. Over and over. It’s like this space is haunting me, calling me to come back. So I’m going to. I’m going to keep showing up here. Even if the posts are short. Even if the posts are a rambled, jumbled mess that don’t make sense. Even if the posts have grammatical errors, I’m going to come here. And I’m going to write.

And I’m going to be honest.