I have always wanted to write something. No. I have always wanted to write something that is useful for other people. I want to write to share my thoughts, experiences, and, probably, connected with like-minded people.
I remember registering for my very first online diary when I was a tween. It was the beginning of the internet. I remember connecting with many ‘adults’ and learnt many things from them. I remember sharing a photo that I took of a cutdown banana tree and the adult commented ‘your photo should have a focus’ that left me dumfounded. The focus was on the dying tree! No?
I remember reading about people’s lives that I would never had as a small town girl. People out there have enough money to go on the plane to travel abroad at a young age? They learn languages other than English at school? Children in the USA don’t wear uniform? Linking Park? I was bombarded my the world and I felt, then, that I wanted to be part of the big world out there too.
That’s why I started blogging. I also tried blogging in English and soon realised that my English wasn’t good enough—I thought it was!
Blogging never stuck. I have tried blogging on many websites and found myself back on WordPress in 2024. Hoping that this time it will all work out.
I am dreading blogging in English because I STILL feel my English isn’t good enough (despite living and working in England for nearly a decade). I have a fear of being judged and that people will find out I not only have nothing to contribute … my expressive language is also subpar. BUUT, I will do it anyway. People are generally kind – and always assume good intentions.
Moreover, blogging is for me. I am writing this for myself. I am writing to talk to myself and calm my brain down.
I am writing with a purpose this time – let’s see how far can I go.
