“Nothing I have to say is worth that much,” I thought. And there I was, doubtful of everything that had led me here. I still had to open that empty draft page and type what remained inside. And it led me to consider publishing posts for the public’s eyes to see.īut I still had to express myself. So, after doing some research and considering the fact that I had no experience whatsoever in this corner of the cyber world, I started writing. Your words can be extremely powerful, so long as they remain your words. Blogging was good for that sort of thing, he said. Maybe there’s a perspective on a certain issue that challenges the minds of thinkers everywhere for the sake of a better outcome.
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Perhaps someone was going through a similar experience or needed to be aware of how to avoid one. He told me that it was essentially taking my personal thoughts and sharing them with the rest of the world. When a friend of mine introduced me to blogging, I thought he was crazy. I thought I was just an avid reader, the kind of person who enjoyed sifting through texts that pulled me. People would mention the word “blogging” in videos or conversations, but it wasn’t something I dreamed of doing someday. Writing had never been something I was actively involved in.
But after learning to face my fear of writing what I felt, my outcome and my overall perspective of giving up altogether changed drastically. The very thought of hitting publish came with its share of doubts and concerns. This kind of world was nothing new to me. There’s so much uncertainty about what to do next. To be honest, moments like those are some of the most challenging periods of my life. Everything in my head was telling me to quit, to give up and do something else. Reading about all the “successful” writers out there didn’t help either. I tapped away on my desk with a cursor patiently waiting for a command to take some sort of action. My eyes would wander from one side of the room to another, twitching for something new to unleash to the world. The palms of my hands were sweating profusely out of anxiety. This is the point where you figure your best run was behind you and that it was fun while it lasted. With nothing left in my piggy bank of great ideas to choose from, I felt stuck. A few days ago, I was staring at a blank computer screen.
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