You guys, I realized recently that I have been blogging regularly for some time now. It’s big for me because I have been committed to something for the longest time—longer than working as a professional ghost hunter and making babies on SIMS back then.
I have had blogs before with sporadic posts, mostly about being a Amma’s girl and drinking coffee from a noodle bowl. I am still the same girl; the bowl is still there, but this time I stick with a blog for years, and I have spent good hours writing and sharing readable posts instead of watching 30 Rocks Marathon in loops.
I have been blogging while being in the sky, inside the bathtub, from hotel rooms, train, bus, bed, at 2 AM, on New Year’s Eve, when I was sick and during office meetings. I love it! Writing gives me joy and stretches my mind. From this blog, I have connected with so many amazing people out there. It’s like joining an awesome sauce tribe.
Some say only a small fraction of bloggers will become “successful” and make money from blogging. People say the same thing about being a trader, only 2% of us will earn money, and the same goes for being a writer. At this rate, it feels like anything we do, we won’t ever be as famous as a celebrity sex tape, but that isn’t it, is it? Who defines success? Our success? I don’t start this blog-hopping to get fame nor money; I have a job that I hate for it.
I blog because it makes me happy. And writing regularly is worth celebrating, so I celebrate it, with other best things in life: candles, cheesecake, and Fafa.