This blogging thing is harder than I remember, this time last year, I had so many ideas and notebooks busting full of things I could write about! & now, well… It leaves a lot to be desired.
Inspiration strikes when I’m at work or the gym, maybe just before I fall asleep then BAM. I sit down to type and NOTHING.
It’s funny though, because when I think about it, like really consider it. I just want this blog to be a raw edit of my life. A place where I can come home to, write about everything and nothing all at once. I don’t divine inspiration or a sign from the gods about a topic. That’s the beauty of it. I can just do it.
That is until my housemate comes home and steals all of my wifi.