Often enough I am asked what my blog is about, what I write about and why. Often I say stuff and just because. But there really isn’t a point, I guess. no reason why. No purpose. Nothing. It is a log of my life. Photos and things I like. Stories and rants. Links and love. There is no point.
It’s like a scrapbook. On blogger.
But how I wish I was a fashion blogger, or a travel blogger or a writer with a blog. I wish I was a foodie or a mummy or a crafty blogger. I wish I was anything that fit anywhere. Then maybe, there would be a point. And then, there is this dream, I have, of writing for a living, being able to work from home again. To have my time be my own. Again.
But to do that, all the experts say to have a niche, a theme or to make people care. I can’t help but think I could never make that work. I am too prone to laying it all out bare, randomly, to plan that sort of onslaught. I wouldn’t even know where to start limiting this blog to one or two topics. I think I would be disappointed and miss the others.
So I guess this blog will never have a point.
Unless i say it does. So what is the point? There is none, but here are some I came up with;
- To remind myself how fun life is
- To document my moments in this life
- To encourage others to enjoy themselves, to laugh and to have fun
- To express myself through writing
- To laugh at myself
- To collect pretty things
- To share my life with as many people as I can
- to leave an impression
So there you go. Some things I made up about the point of personal blogging. I made them up. But for me, they are real. Perhaps you’d like to tell us the point of your blog? I’d love to hear it, whether it be in the comments or an entire post {leave me the link, won’t you}.
Suger 
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