I am notorious for having ideas of things to write about and never publishing them. My drafts folder is a jumble of half-finished thoughts on the latest pop culture drama and commentary on some new buzzword. I guess it’s because ever since I’ve been into reading blogs, I’ve felt like one that I would make myself would have to be one grand thinkpiece after another. As a result, I’ve been so stuck on writing the right thing in just the right way. Silliness! After all, I’m not making any money off of this. [Yet!]
I have a lot of things to say about a lot of things, but I’m realizing now that my public page doesn’t at all reflect this because I’m pressuring myself to have a “good” blog. But, at the end of the day, I made this for me and I’d better stop trying to write the next great op-ed on why the Tyga and Kylie saga is a disaster and rant on about what comes to my mind. I mean, maybe one day I’ll write about that, but I don’t need to put pressure on myself to make it (and anything else) exactly noteworthy.
Pressure may make diamonds, but adding pressure on some gems just makes a mess.