It took me more time than anyone is aware of to decide to actually start this blog of mine, for many reasons I won’t go into here.
I’m not even sure what it was exactly that made me flip the switch from ruminating over it to actually setting it up and just doing it, probably reaching my limit over just ruminating over it all to be honest, and thinking of all the things I’d like to reflect on, explore, explain, learn and share. Eagerness and excitement to get it all out my head and into words. To become part of something, to maybe even help someone, somewhere.
I’ve read blogs for a really long time, on many different topics to do with my career, parenting, mental health, wellbeing, D/s, sex and kink and psychology to name a few. I’ve never been brave enough to set up a profile to comment or contribute and I know this is rooted in confidence and not feeling ‘part of it all’.
In the grand scheme of here I’m a baby blogger by anyone’s standards. Still learning to walk before I can run, finding my feet and my voice. 50 little posts, a bunch of followers I’m grateful for, some lovely strangers who I hope become friends who have taken the time to like and comment on my efforts. Each one I appreciate more than you know, as I figure this out.
I’ve taken an unexpected dip in confidence very recently. Doubting why I’m here and what I’m doing, seeing things still out of reach, and suddenly unsure of how this little corner of me ‘is’. Maybe I just need to relax and enjoy it, write like no-one is reading and what will be will be. Have no expectations of myself or anyone else.
I feel this corner of me is a bit of a mish mash; some art, some poetry, some pics, some fiction, some deeply personal struggles, some fun stuff, some real stuff, my relationship, my thoughts, my insecurities, my reflections. Like many little splinters it’s all me, although I fear it lacks focus.
So, readers and more experienced writers than I, any feedback on any of this would be greatly appreciated.
thank you, Kis x