Confession time: I dropped the ball. I dropped the ball in an embarrassing way, talking the talk about wanting to be a writer to take on paid writing & work with brands, then failing to write a single blog post in forever.
I was filled with such confidence about continuing my blog being my quirky, raw, individual self from the supportive loveliness I received in response to the discussion in my last post about whether or not a blogger needed to fit the pastel & rose gold cliche to be more successful than a more individual, authentic blogger.
The general consensus was that we should all 100% be ourselves & I couldn’t wait to get writing more with that in mind…
…Then I fell into an angsty, hormonal, teenage style crisis of confidence; if I’m continuing to be myself, I need to know who “myself” is. But who even am I?
Teenage Angst For Life