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Becoming a Blogger!

I decided on a whim to become a blogger today.

Woman with her back facing typing at a laptop.

Why do I want to blog? 

I have absolutely no expectations that anyone will want to read my blog. I just want to express myself. To put myself out there into the universe and see where the cards land.

I'm at a crossroads...

My youngest starts school in September and as a stay at home mum it means my life is drastically going to look and feel very different. 

There are 2 ways to look at it. 

  1. It's a wonderful, amazing opportunity to have more time to myself. To have the freedom to use some of the time given to me, for myself. 
  2. It's bloody scary to suddenly have choices and time and ultimately to face change. It feels like I need to make great strides and prove something to myself. That I can use my time wisely and achieve... something.

How hard can it be to start blogging?

Well it's a minefield...

There are lots of options and I really had no clue. I have no lofty ideals of getting any traffic to my blog, let alone making money from it.

I decided to just take the plunge and go the easy way because all I really want to do is write. So I might as well start somewhere and I might as well start small.

I was listening to an audiobook called Just F*cking It by Noor Hibbert and she was explaining how procrastination is the fear of failure. How we protect ourselves by not even attempting something. I've made a conscious choice to face the fear and push through. This may not be a perfect blog or blog post but I'm doing it and learning as I go.

This is why I've chosen Blogger. It felt like a no brainer and requires no upfront costs or knowledge of anything really.


If you are reading this, I'm pleasantly shocked and so happy. 

I hope you'll continue with me on my journey.

I can't promise you anything except honesty and that I can write for Britain! 

There is so much going on in my head generally and right now. It may be nonsense but none the less it needs an outlet. 

Hopefully it's a coherent stream of consciousness.

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