What have I just done?
There’s something slightly absurd about starting a blog.
Not because blogging is unusual or uncommon. It’s not. There are millions of people out there who have done it, are doing it, and will do it. And the internet is built on a mountain range of first posts. Each one proudly proclaiming itself to the world with a sense of excitement, trepidation, and a vague commitment to regularity that may or may not come to pass.
No, the absurdity comes in when you decide to do it.
It’s rarely a dramatic moment. There’s no orchestral fanfare. There’s no epiphany. There’s no transformation into a blogging virtuoso with a clear sense of their niche and a content calendar to match. It’s more a feeling of:
“Huh. I think I’m going to start a blog.”
And then you open a blank page. Which is arguably the most powerful and intimidating thing in the world. It doesn’t care about you. It doesn’t remember any of your past successes. It doesn’t pat you on the back and agree with any of your ideas. It just sits there. Waiting. Almost daring you to explain to it why you’re worthy of filling it.
Then the crazy thing happens you start.
Meadowland Drive 