I want to blog. I have wanted to for, well, years. So why haven't I? This is my never ending question. I can write, type, think. I am fully capable of using the internet- typing in web addresses, usernames, passwords. I have time- mostly time I am using to procrastinate doing one of the other million things I should be doing- but time nonetheless. But, I procrastinate and I think that I must lack certain confidences other people use to get by in life; I am a little bit shy. Mix these two together, and things take a very long time to get done. Blogging, as the current example, is something I thought I would enjoy. But, I have a fear of someone actually reading what I wrote and thinking it silly, pointless, unnecessary. Until one day, I see a relative's poetry blog. Just poems. Something clicks, and I realize I can do this.
Now, I am 26, I have a 23 month old daughter, am getting married this week, just bought our first home, starting my second and final year in my B. Ed. degree in September, and now, I can blog.
Maybe this confidence will continue and I can get my driver's license.
