Not My Thing.

I've come to a realization... I'm not a blogger. [And the 3 people who actually look at this are going "No, duh we noticed."] I follow blogs religiously, but when it comes to taking the time for my own blog I just can't do it.

Every time I sit down to write a blog post I have no clue what to say. I've got no blog worthy material. I'm not witty, sarcastic or particularly blunt. I'm struggling enough trying to figure out what the heck I'm thinking or feeling without trying to write it all down to then float around the internet. I don't have a boyfriend, husband or children. I wouldn't say I have bad fashion sense but I'm not about to take pictures of my outfits or try to give others fashion advice-- I wouldn't have a clue what to tell you. I'm a terrible cook. I don't have a fancy camera. I enjoy crafts but I went to college and all the craft supplies stayed home in Logan. I have plenty of adventures and travels but I'm too busy experiencing them to blog about them.

Now, I realize that makes me sound like I have no self-esteem. I promise I do. [And that makes me sound more pathetic.] I've just realized my talents/interests don't fit within the blogosphere and that's fine. Maybe I'll try this again when I learn to cook or finally have a dating life. Or who knows maybe I'll even start blogging tomorrow and let this just be a random little rant. We'll see.

Maybe I'll post again soon.... but probably not.