Blogging....Is it for me?

I don’t know what I expected when I started blogging. But I viewed it as a way for me to put my thoughts out there, for my voice to be heard and here I am over a month later feeling powerless. I am not going to pretend that I had grand ideas that I would have readers of coming out of my ass, but I thought that I would get comments letting me know that what write about matters. That the topics that are close to me matters and this could be a forum to discuss it. I believed that in time that FOLLOWERS would come. Now this disillusionment came from my co-workers who through months of encouragement suggested that I write a blog. Fiction became reality when I asked my co-worker Mwenu since he text me with positive feedback to forward my post to his friends since he thought it was sooo great. His response.....my friends wouldn't find what you write about interesting.....No offence.

Wow...put things in perspective doesn't it? I believe that move was Karma coming back to slap me in the face for some ish that I had no business doing or saying in the past. I did not realize how much writing about my thoughts; my experiences would leave me feeling exposed. This is not a 10 page university assignment based on an assigned topic or discipline that I don’t care about. This is 100% me. I know that I being female and possibly hormonal but since I don’t have a following I can do just about what I want. (I am trying to find the upside to this). I will continue to write because I have something to say it might not be heard but maybe my biggest fan is me and loving yourself can never be bad. I have learned a lot through this experience and hopefully this is my path to self discovery.

A few years ago I decided to write a journal...okay...okay a diary. My purpose was to write about my dating life in order to learn from my mistakes through reflection. I couldn’t think of a better way to learn. Years later when I was still in love with a man who did not love me, could not do anything for me and was 3 kids in (his not mine) . I learned that writing about it certainly does not teach you a damn thing if you’re not ready to learn (LoL). I am now older and hopefully wiser. And through this reading this journal/dating diary I learned love is infinite and unconditional and with every heartbreak and life experience there is a lesson to be learned so I look back with no regrets. No regrets doesn’t mean I will walk the same path twice. (This is me being wise) I believe that this writing journey will definitely be my path to enlightenment. Monitor link