Here’s a secret:
When I agreed to start this blog, I had absolutely no idea what I was going to write about.
I didn’t think I had anything worth saying, anything new to add. There were so many blogs already out there, doing awesome work. Everything that needed to be said was being said, and far better than I could think to say it. I liked writing, but I wasn’t a writer. I was passionate about feminism, but I wasn’t some kind of authority or anything. I was just a girl who’d graduated college with no idea of what I wanted to do with my life, living (voluntarily) out of my car with a lot of free time on my hands.
The reason I started writing for this blog – literally the only reason – is that all my friends were doing it.
True story. It was totally a “if-they-all-jumped-off-a-bridge-would-you” situation. Turns out, I would! Take that, Mom.
I had no idea what I was going to write about when we started. And I continued to have no idea, right up until the day before my first post was due. And that night, I sat down and wrote a deeply personal post that cracked me open. Writing that post, my shame, my sadness, my anger, poured out of me and turned into power. I was physically shaking as I hit the ‘Publish’ button with my real name attached.
It was one of the best decisions I ever made.