Staying True.

It’s a little after 4pm on Sunday and I feel like weekends honestly are just not enough.

Friday I spent time with my sisters and all of our significant others, Saturday was spent trying to file my taxes *which is an absolute mess, to be honest*, I ran some errands with my boyfriend, did some laundry then we stayed in watching some Netflix and Hulu. Today all I’ve really done in a productive manner was vacuum around the house and make up my bed with the fresh sheets and blankets.

I had full intentions to sit on my bed and binge-watch some show for the rest of the evening as usual. Instead, though, I’m staying true to my resolution — I’m writing more. So I’m sitting on my bed, listening to Pandora’s John Mayer playlist, writing.

I struggle to know what to write about, or if anyone will find it interesting and how to get out there in the ginormous world of the internet. I tried looking around at other blogs to see if any topics may interest me, or caught my eye, but I honestly don’t even know how to navigate this website fully yet (and I’ve had other blogs other than this one for the last 3 or so years). Those other blogs, though, were just used as an outlet where I could endlessly type and know that no one I knew would ever ever read them. Now I’m here and in the open and I don’t know to filter anything or not. I don’t know what I should talk about. I guess, really, what it comes down to is that I’m nervous and scared. Scared to be raw and true. But I’m working on that.

This is the year to live for me, to be happy, and to write more. So here I am — emotionally naked with my name on my forehead. It’s nerve-wracking.

  • Lizzie KJ