I’ve always wanted to start and keep up with a blog, but…

Yeah… that’s the fun part, i don’t know how to finish that sentence.

I want to start a blog… but,

I’m afraid i’ll get made fun of? Well what does that matter. I’m a grownup in my 30’s- I give zero f’s.

I don’t know where to start? Anywhere is better than nowhere.

I don’t want to seem stupid? To who? Just because someone thinks i’m dumb doesn’t make i true.

This is an art website, no one wants to hear me whine?

What does it mean to whine? I don’t want to complain i just want to write.

The other day I couldn’t sleep, which unfortunately is a regular occurence, so i pushed myself to write 50 random thoughts as they popped into my head, just to offload the racing, intrusive thoughts. What I got was a list of quotes, stories, imagery, and experiences…well there ya go.

But… what if someone reads it?

Wait…what if no one reads it?

Why do it if no one is reading it?

Because it might not get read today. Or tomorrow. Or in my lifetime. But just like all of the random little bits of inspiration and encouragement from the universe, maybe one day in the future someone will feel a little less alone and think “hey, i guess i’m not so weird after all”.

Here’s to my weirdos.