I’ve really been thinking lately. Blogging is hard. Well I mean actually typing out my feelings isn’t hard. I’m basically an emotional wreck 24/7; but actually having a blog people enjoy reading is tough. I read about how everyone I follow on Instagram started from nothing and is now thriving. Well nothing meaning they didn’t have any followers in the beginning. What I’m really trying to talk about is the fact that every blogger I follow seems to have the most expensive things, or the coolest vacations, or even the best body. It’s hard for me to relate to that and I’m sure it’s hard for a lot of other people out there to relate as well. I want my blog to really focus on me and ultimately my lovely followers and what they want to read, see, hear, etc. Even if my only follower is my mom, haha. Hi mom! I made it big huh? Anyway, what I’m trying to say is that I think I’ve mostly been focusing on trying to make my blog like everyone else’s. Whether it was trying to be a trendy fashion blog or a hipster blog about food and hiking or even trying to have a million followers. Well today that changes. I finally bought my domain name and it’s time to get down to business. I don’t really know how that’s relevant but meh. Go with me here.
So please comment below if you’re a broke college student. I’m just in awe at the fact that these other bloggers do so well. I mean how? I’m so proud and hope to achieve the same success you’ve made for yourself someday but dang.. It’s hard. I feel like sometimes it’s a pain to go take photos of myself. I mean I’m currently sitting in a t-shirt and nike shorts now with no makeup on and my hair wet from my shower. #classy
Also, I’m curious do the companies give you all the clothes and bags you take photos of? I’m over here like this is the 10th time I’ve worn this shirt in a photo and the nicest things I’ve ever gotten were Christmas gifts. I mean really, if anyone has answers to my questions please let me know. I also mean this all lightheartedly. I admire all bloggers. You guys kick butt at a job that I can’t even keep up with and my mom’s my only follower. -insert crying laughing emoji here-