Some people wonder why I blog…
I started this little blog about 3 months ago and it has already taken me to places I never knew I’d go – or even knew existed!
I started this blog because a colleague suggested I write about newlywed life. I was hesitate and put it off for a month or so. And then, I started writing. At first, it was strictly going to be about wedding planning and newlywed life and my colleague was going to sponsor me. Very quickly, and I mean very, as in 3 days, it turned into something completely different.
The more I wrote, the more I read.
Before starting this blog, I never knew there was such a thing as the blogging community. I knew nothing about blogging – nothing about sponsorships, guest posts, giveaways, or how to best use social media to connect. There are millions of bloggers out there, connecting with each other on a daily basis. I have about 200 blogs in my bloglovin feed and there are many out of that list that I look forward to reading on the daily.
I love hearing others people’s stories, reading their words, and connecting. I love how I feel like they are speaking to me. Three months ago I had no idea how welcoming this blogging community was – that in just a few short weeks I’d be swapping ideas and connecting with other women across the country.
The more I wrote, the more self-aware I became
As a lifestyle blogger, I force myself to look at my day-to-day activities with a very intimate lens. I have learned to appreciate the small things more. This blog allows me to think more about my past, my future, and my choices. Writing 4-5 posts a week forces me to be more creative. It has certainly slowed down my life and has brought a new perspective.
The more I wrote, the more I realized that I wanted to share.
Writing allows me to express myself. This little corner of the internet serves as an outlet for me to be true to myself. The more I wrote, the more this little part of the internet felt like home to me.
I like to share my story because I believe in the power of words to connect people. If one person can relate to my story and have it make her (there aren’t any men that read this blog are there? If yes, then I’m sorry, keep reading!) feel not so alone – that is enough for me.
I was inspired to write this post after Sarah at Venus Trapped in Mars discuss being open on the blog and asking her readers which type of blog they would rather read – “A blog without a face, so to speak, or a blog all about the face?”
Go big or go home.
This is my space to share my story and I’m going to be as personal as I can be. I want to connect. I’m sorry but I just don’t connect with those bloggers that always have the perfect outfit on, with perfect makeup and talk about how perfect their lives are on the daily.
I’m not perfect and my life is far from it.
Sometimes I’m messy. Sometimes I’m broken. Sometimes I’m selfish and immature. Sometimes I’m insecure. But, I am me and this is my story. I titled my blog “A Beautiful Little Adventure” because everyone’s life is an adventure-there are going to be bumps in the road and you are going to get lost. But in the end, it’s always more about the journey and those moments when life’s little bumps turn into something beautiful.
I wrote a very personal post yesterday. It was my most personal post yet and it was also my most read post yet. A few family and friends may not understand why I want to put so much personal information out their on the internet. They just don’t get it, and that’s a okay! But this is my story to tell, no one has to read it. But some people keep coming back each day and it makes me smile.
I’ve committed myself to this little lifestyle blog – so I’m going to give it my all. Why only give little snippets of the story or allude to what really happened? Why mask the truth?
My most personal posts are the most rewarding to write. They make this big scary world into a smaller place. They celebrate the little messy puzzle pieces of our lives and connect them into a beautiful thing.
I’m committed to go big, to share it all, and to continue to write my little heart out.