“Draft first blog post” has been on every single one of my daily to-do lists for over a week now, though I’ve continued to procrastinate check-marking it off until now. Why? Oh, I can come up with plenty of excuses, but the bottom line is that I don’t know what to write about in my first post.
So rather than wallowing in the all-too-familiar “I don’t know what to write about” phase, I’ve started exploring other blogs to see what their first posts included.
And you know what I discovered? No one knows what to write about in the first post! It doesn’t matter if their first post was a month ago, a year ago, 5 years ago… it is a constant theme.
We all have to start somewhere, right?
I will do my best to make this semi-interesting, so please bear with me… it is my first, after all. Well, at least with this particular blog.
About a year and a half ago, I made the decision to seriously try and write a blog. I even bought a few books on blogging. I made oh so many notes that included an outline of goals, pages of posts ideas, a list of do’s and don’ts, etc. I hit the ground running, exploring different avenues and experimenting, as we all do when approaching an exciting new unknown.
Annnd then… I stopped, almost cold turkey. It wasn’t that I didn’t have the time, that excuse would be too easy. No, it was that my personal life took quite a turn. For months, I was on an emotional rollercoaster and maintaining a blog was not on my list of priorities. When I did think about returning to it, I wondered what in the world I would write about because nothing going on in my life seemed appropriate to share.
Fast-forward a year. My life has done a 180: I’m happy, financially stable, in love with an amazing man, creating healthy habits, and feeling pretty confident. I hoped to make a career change revolving around marketing or public relations, and I felt that if I wanted to make that happen I should be able to prove I’m capable. So, I fired up the old blog again.
I quickly ran into the gigantic brick wall of web design. I spent hours, days, weeks attempting to code and apply a template. I focused on the layout rather than the writing because I figured who will read a blog that looks amateur? In addition, I worked a different schedule than I had before; I worked at a restaurant the previous year and had literally all day to blog—now I worked at an insurance company and my hours switched to 8am to 5pm. While there was still plenty of time left in the evening, the last thing I honestly wanted to do was sit in front of another computer and work my brain. Between my frustration with the layout and feeling like I did not the energy with what time I had, my blog was forgotten all too soon… again.
Before I continue with the ramblings of a first blog post, let’s point out how many excuses I just made above: 5.
There is a big difference between excuses and explanations. An explanation, in this context, describes the facts that directly impact why something did not get done. An excuse is the subjective reasoning as to why that something did not get done. I acknowledge when it comes to blogging, I pull excuses out of a hat. It is unacceptable and it’s gotta change.
Which brings me here.
I chose not to continue with my old blog because it feels like baggage. I wasn’t happy with its layout, the post content, the domain name, or any of its social media handles. I wanted to start fresh with a new name, new design, new content—and how fitting, since I am about to embark on a big life change.
To shortly summarize (don’t worry, you’ll get all the details in posts to come), I will be moving to Sacramento, California in the near future. Hopefully at the end of October or early November, though if I have learned anything through this transition period it is that I must be flexible—while still sticking to my goals, mind. I have never been to Northern California, which will change in 27 hours and 24 minutes when my plane lands. It’s just a quick visit to explore the city I plan to move to, look into job opportunities, find a suitable apartment, and, of course, see my boyfriend again, who already lives there. It has definitely been a long 10 weeks since I tearfully dropped him off at the airport to move back. It is a daily stress trying to figure out all the elements of moving out-of-state and, what’s more, make them line up in a timely manner. All the same, it is incredibly exciting to prepare for this new beginning!