Last Christmas, my Mom and Dad presented me with a wonderful new camera. The gift came with encouragement to “start working on that blog of yours!” Here I am at the beginning of the following December, just now making an honest daughter of myself by writing the first post.
The truth is: I’ve been really scared to do this. A messy little mix of intimidation, self-doubt, and procrastination have kept me from being here, sharing what I’ve got with you.
Self-doubt and procrastination. So appealing, right?
I wanted to start this blog because I am attracted to the notion that life is a slow and steady accumulation of the big and small things we do each day. I like to think that life doesn’t necessarily get all of it’s richness from the grand and splashy moments; but rather the softer, quieter, in-between times.
I am also attracted to the generosity of other bloggers who share their ideas, adventures, worries, and triumphs with their readers. The bloggers I love most remind me that it’s cool to love being in the kitchen more than out on the town, that it’s awesome to take Sunday afternoon naps, and they help affirm that going out for run and making a batch of homemade granola equals a knockout day.
I’m still scared, but I’m also ready to join the leagues of bloggers out there documenting and making sense of their lives one post at a time. Thanks so much for joining me, and I sincerely hope you’ll stick with me as I foray into this new space.
Let me know what you think. Is it silly to be nervous about starting a project like a blog? What do think about life being a collection of daily routines and moments? Leave me a comment below and we’ll chat!
p.s. I’ll start putting that camera to good use soon. One thing at a time. Baby steps.