Two months ago, I was sitting in my bedroom. In what was just the start of this pandemic, I was doing some deep thinking about life. I was thinking about what I wanted out of life. I began reflecting on the last four years in college. A few things stuck with me throughout my thoughts.

1. I wanted to create more memories and document them. I wanted to remember them and remember how I felt. I wanted to one day show them to my children. 

2. I wanted to try new things and keep myself on my toes. I wanted to be pushed outside of my box so far that I feel uncomfortable. The uncomfortable feeling you get when you are growing.

3. I wanted something that’s mine. I wanted to watch something grow, look back on it, and be proud.

A blog crossed my mind. I did get excited. But then all the negative thoughts came to mind. “I’m not a good writer,” “People don’t want to listen to what I have to say,” “What if it fails, and people make fun of me.” I immediately decided, a blog was not for me. Fast forward a week or so, I was walking with my boyfriend, Jayson. We began talking about our future together and our goals. (This topic comes up a lot when you are about to graduate and enter “the real world.”) I mentioned that I wanted a side project, something I could put time and energy into. I then stumbled over the idea of a blog but quickly moved past it.

To sum up a more extended conversation. Jayson told me to go for it. He told me to start writing and see where it goes, and that is precisely what I did. I wrote about my graduation getting canceled. I wrote about every restaurant and activity that you could do in Savannah. I typed a whole list of things I wanted to write eventually. I dove headfirst with excitement that I was going to have something to call mine. Fast forward a few days, and I had posted my first writing on Medium.com (I used Medium at first because I was worried about mixing my school/career work with my blogs.)

That is how my blog got started. However, after I posted that day, I still worried, “Would it be successful?” “Would people even care?”. The more I started thinking, the more I realized I needed to define what a successful blog was to me. I needed to figure out what I wanted from my blog. After much thought, this is what I want from my blog.

• I want to help, inform, and occasionally make people laugh.

• I want to become a better writer.

• I want to try new things and write about new things to inspire others, hopefully.

So that’s it.

For a while, I felt embarrassed to tell people I started a blog. Some people seem confused as to why I would start a blog. Some people are inquisitive about what I will be doing, my niche, and the purpose. I felt compelled to write this to help other people gain insight as to why I started a blog. I can say now that even though I do get nervous before posting an article. I’m proud that I started writing. I’m happy I started a blog, and I can’t wait to see where this project is at in a year or two.

Thanks to those that took the time to read this. Cheers to many more years of writing.