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Starting a blog can be a frustrating experience because it takes a lot time and effort.
Time to take out our computers, and turn them on. Time to make the perfect brew which will power us and our ideas for the next two hours. Time to find the perfect playlist for typing, and the perfect font for our words.
And effort – it takes an awful lot of effort. What should I write about? Will this be interesting? Who will read it? Should I have a picture at the start? Or at the end? Is this the right word?
And in the midst of all this panic, another question comes along – do I even care anymore?
This was me.
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Do you ever find yourself just scrolling through Instagram, and scrolling, and scrolling… and next thing you know, you’re three years deep in your favourite youtuber’s brother’s wife’s account looking through their 2014 holiday pics.
Just me… well, this is awkward.
Since starting this blog and pressing ‘publish’ on that very first post, I have always wondered am I a blogger? It is a question that means little to anyone but me, but what really is a blogger? The term holds so many high fluting, fiddly-idle-dee notions, but what does it actually mean? I enjoy writing about stuff. I do it all the time. I have a blog. I have an Instagram account. They’re linked. So that must mean that I’m a blogger… right?