You know, I started writing this post about liberating myself and living an unconventional life, but it just started to feel really…I don’t know. Weird. Contrived perhaps.

Anyways, I got to the end and thought “What a piece of crap.”

And so now I’m writing this post instead, hoping that it ends up sounding a little bit more honest.

I think every now and again you lose your voice when you’re creating something, and I feel like almost all of my posts have been stiff lately. I don’t know if that translates to you, dear reader, but it’s definitely felt like that to me.

Oof. On the other hand, natural sounding writing is pretty hard to do as well. It’s an art form in and of itself.

Really, I have no idea where this post is going. I just felt compelled to write, to at least show up here, one of my favourite places. Although I’ve felt less comfortable here of late and I don’t really know why. I wonder if the information product world has seeped into my brain. I’ve started thinking that whatever I produce, it must have value to the reader.

I’ve been getting all tripped up by that lately. I think what’s throwing me off is that, ya know, people are reading. Not tons, but I’m getting around 100-200 views a day on the blog.

Something about that makes me uncomfortable. It’s funny, because when I first started blogging, I would be sad because no one was reading. Now I’m upset because people are reading. Why yes, I am a paradox.

I think I feel pressured to say something intelligent, instead of show up and share my day, my thoughts, my normalcy. I mean, gawd, no one cares about my day and my random thoughts. I’ve got to say something Important. I see other people going around saying Important things, and I think “oh my gosh, I want to say Important things too!”

I want to say life changing things, meaningful things, inspirational things. I want to bring people hope and joy and all those wonderful things.

The thing is though, I can only share what’s within me. While those are all excellent things to want to share, unless they come out in my voice and from my experience, they aren’t authentic, they aren’t true. And then I’d be defeating my own purpose.

Besides, I’m still young and still figuring this whole life thing out. I’m no expert on anything.

So I’m just going to go back to writing for me, and hopefully y’all will still hang out with me and won’t mind that I’m not imparting gigantic pearls of wisdom left and right.

P.S. I now have Facebook “Like” buttons on my paintings. This is an accomplishment I am rather proud of. Please go use them lots?