Myspace surveys circa 2007: The original blogs
I’ve always been interested in starting a blog; I feel like it’s pretty much expected if you’re an aspiring writer. But up until this point, I just didn’t know what to write about. Most people who blog have fascinating things to share about their lives–but I never thought that about myself. My gift is telling other peoples’ stories, not my own. That’s why I pursued journalism in the first place.
So why start now? And what exactly is the point? Well, I’m not entirely sure myself.
Since graduation, I’ve been taking a path I didn’t exactly see coming–some of which has been a blessing, and some of which has just been absolutely ridiculous. My friends and family have often said to me (especially in recent months) that I should write a book about my absurd experiences, about how my life can often times be the biggest example of Murphy’s Law.
Well, I decided to do something better than a book (and more reasonable). It came after an hour-long battle with a work computer that seems to only dislike me. I decided to take my lunch break and somehow stumbled on several personal blogs. They were engaging, escaping and, most of all, they were inspiring. If their writing could be successful in this outlet, then maybe mine can be too–especially if I have the story material.
I marched into the office bathroom to the mirror, fluffed my hair and stared at my reflection for a narcissistic-ly long time and whipped out my phone. For the first time, I had the urge to write something about me. Not that frustrating work computers and internet browsing are titillating subject matter by any stretch of the imagination, but it was a push in this direction.
And, thus, this blog was born and I started on a (hopefully) new adventure in my writing. In a bathroom.
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