On December 31st I worked harder on that blog post than I EVER have on ANY of them, by FAR. I took my time yet hurried to finish it by midnight, and I was freakin’ proud of that!! But then it was like, yay 2018!…Hmm…Been staring at the empty blog screen/blogshoot folders for 17 days and I’m wondering when inspiration will strike. I was literally just sitting here like “wow I did a couple small blogshoots this year and I have zero inspiration to edit them.” *starts looking at pictures from this time last year where I was struggling in a parallel way* “Maybe it’s time to tell the truth.”
It seems bold. It seems new. It seems risky. But it’s not. I’ve always been honest, but what about moments like this? When everything is kinda up in the air or frozen or changing, who am I in these moments? Because not being able to get any words onto this page was like writer’s block’s fault for 2 weeks but now there’s just…Nothing else left to say? So I get to tell the truth. No secret, no lie, no facade, and just so you’re not overhyped, here’s a spoiler: I’m not trying to undo any deceit or crime with words. The truth is… I can be boring!
