“Have you thought about starting a blog?”, a friend asked me. I have, but not really. Sometimes I wish I had a place to share my thoughts. Facebook doesn’t feel right. Instagram does not allow enough letters.
Writing articles seems like the right thing. But where to publish?
Since she asked me, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Instead of asking myself “why?” (as in why have a blog), I began asking myself “why not?”.
The worst that could happen, no one will read it.
I wondered why not to blog, and I didn’t find enough reasons not to. On the contrary, the more I thought about it, the more I began liking the idea. Writing has always been something I love. Writing has always helped me. By writing I often was able to sort my thoughts, centre, work through whatever I needed to work through.
So, here I am.