I've been with Typepad for the past 6 years or so, with a previous blog where I shared a lot of personal content about me and a now ex-boyfriend. Then we broke up and I didn't want to keep working on a blog that held me to the past so I closed it down. I didn't know what to blog about anymore, so I quit for about two months.
After a weeklong trip to North Carolina to visit my mom I had so much inspiration and growth that I realized I couldn't NOT blog. I had done it for so long that it had become a part of me and I missed it. I missed taking pictures for the sole purpose of the blog. I missed creating things to share with people. I don't have many readers and that's just fine with me. I do it because I like to do it. I do it because it's a part of me that I enjoy.
I love that blogging has gotten me to do things that I normally wouldn't have done. Held me accountable to challenges I've created for myself. Done things so that I can share. It makes me get up an hour earlier to go take pictures at the beach on a Monday morning on a clear, beautiful Southern California day. How I can have a case of the Monday's when my Monday includes going to the beach? How can I have a case of the Monday's when the above picture is my view? It makes me think of projects and recipes I'd like to try, DIYs to share and probably the most significant thing, forced me to be okay with taking pictures of myself. Trust me, there is nothing more self-concious than taking an outfit photo of yourself on a random street, or park, or beautifully painted mural.
As I'm writing this, I realize that blogging is the equivalent to my best friend, Richard. Just like he makes me want to be better, so does blogging. I want to learn to take better pictures, I want to learn to create things with techiniques I've never tried before, I want to grow this blog with more followers and eventually create a small business with it.
To put it into better terms, blogging makes me dream.