My Perfectly Imperfect Life And The Blog
I deleted my old blog. It was not easy. But sometimes you need to do something that hurts and get over it. I am no longer the same person I used to be a few years ago.
I have spent the last 6 months trying to figure out what I am going to write.
At a point, I dreamed to write a blog like The Stranger blog by my sweet dearest friend Michelle Lara Lin with stunning editorial photos and provocative writing. We have a lot in common. Both of us have never finished college. I wrote a post explaining why I think college is a bad investment. Both of us are working in startup world and have no life. But I realized that I will be never able to write beautiful wordy posts like Michelle. Even Michelle thinks it is hard to write sometimes. Furthermore, I cannot see myself spending hours posing for beautiful editorial photos for my blog. There is nothing wrong about it, you know I adore Michelle and her blog. My tomboy side told me that it was not my thing. I am too practical to produce works like Michelle. I will just admire her beautiful artsy blog from far away.
One time I thought about writing hilarious posts like my dear girlfriend J. J Cowan from The Secrets From Your Girlfriends. She writes the funniest posts ever like here, here and here. I am always waiting for a new post from this lady. I tried, tried and tried but my posts all sound lame. My dream becoming the next J.J Cowan was over.
After reading so many amazing blogs, I realized that I was trying to create a dream instead of reality. I spent too much time trying to become someone else instead of focusing on being the better version of myself!
Life is too short to blog like everyone else.
I cannot write fancy blog posts with stunning photos like Michelle, but anyone can read and understand my fifth grader vocabulary and short sentences.
I cannot offer great advice like Seth Godin, but people can learn from all my mistakes.
I cannot be as funny as JJ Cowan, but everyone can laugh at all of my silly moments.
I cannot be a good second rate version of someone else because I am too busy being myself.
I am not perfect, but like everyone else, I have something special to offer, myself. Nobody can be better me than myself. I can offer you a blog about a girl who cannot write and her imperfect life, the unfiltered version of my life, a cammilicious experience.