Empty

I’ve been feeling empty.

I haven’t posted the last few weeks. Mostly because I have been trying to write the perfect post. I don’t know why I would worry so much about writing the perfect post. At times I feel like everyone else has the perfect post for the day, except me. As I sit here with my chocolate milk typing these words, I’m nervous about who will read them and if they will come back for more.

It’s a hard thing to put yourself out there. I have the upmost respect for people who do it on a daily basis. You are putting your life out there for people to read and most likely judge.

It’s actually a terrifying prospect.

When I first started, I remember being extremely nervous about writing down my words. I remember I wrote a post about putting myself out there and actually starting to believe in myself that I was a writer and an actual blogger. I got the nastiest comment. This person said that I was a terrible writer, I should never refer to myself as a writer or even a blogger. When I read that my heart dropped, I cried and I cannot help but think of those words every time I don’t do a post or I don’t get any followers. That’s not what I’m trying to be about.

I have been trying to write more from the heart, so hopefully I won’t feel so empty.