I woke up this morning with a purpose: no matter what you feel, shake off the lingering tendrils of uncertainty and get this road on a show!
I’m sure anyone who’s ever started anything that was far from their norm can attest to my issues. Yes, you want to start right away. Yes, you will set up the groundwork, make all the preparations, and have the best intentions… then reality kicks you in the ass. With BOTH feet, wearing platform, 5-inch stilettos.
It can be daunting to navigate through the intricacies of building your online business somewhat from scratch. I’m still trying to figure out how I want it to look, and it’s been over a week since I made the decision to officially start blogging. Not going to lie-watching the how-to videos stops being informative after the 50th one…in succession. My brain drove off in a huff last night, stating it was going for cigarettes. I haven’t seen it since. Should I be worried?
I also realized what I truly wanted, and it’s something we all share: the desire to be heard. Well, some of us also want to be seen, and not always in the best light, but enough to get people talking. If I see one more person online putting their ASSets (or dick-ets, depending on the perp) on display, I’m going to pluck every grey hair from my head (believe me, they are plentiful, so it’ll be a while).
Actually, scratch that… I’ll put pins in a pincushion instead. Those people are so NOT worth my grey foxiness.
Ugh! See how they work? Even I’m mentioning them! Sneaky betches!
But, I digress…
I may be being too hard on myself by stressing out over design. If it wasn’t for this sense of urgency, I’d just write about whatever I have on my agenda for the day. The only problem with that is the need to be taken seriously, and to create a legitimate platform that people will want to read and find enjoyment in. That’s what keeps me up at night, or wakes me up before dawn – the incessant screeching in my brain to get it done and do it right. I may be too obsessed with time for my own good, though.
I guess procrastinating won’t be my friend like it promised.
And after I bought us tickets to BaconFest. *Sigh*
Happy reading!
Liz K
Classy With An E 