It’s been a couple weeks since I have made a blog post. Every time I sit down to write, I go through all of my notes I keep weekly, nothing anything that is remotely interesting, or inspiring that is happening in my life at the moment (yes, my little notebook is full of scribbles, such a nerd…but praise evernote!!) Anyways, as I’m sitting here piecing this post together, I find myself battling a severe case of writer’s block, still. Enough has happened and it seems worth mentioning, but I started thinking of how much I care about this blog and my commitment to it.
I commit, as I’m sure most others, to different things daily. Commitment to me, is a risk, because in order to become committed to anything big or small; a job, hobby, story, people, style or even a new hair color, there has to be passion driving me. I do care (probably too much) about most things in my life, so commitment for me is a pretty natural, reoccurring element. This also opens the window for me to be completely vulnerable in many aspects, which is also extremely terrifying.