Puberty and starting a blog feel wildly similar.
Trying to find your writing voice can feel daunting. It’s like I’m in grade school figuring out who I am. Wanting to fit it but remain unique. Being brave enough to be authentic, like that time I got a spiked mullet hair cut and refused to wear jeans for an entire school year.
Wondering if my writing skills will blossom is like waiting to get boobs when all the other girls were D cups and I had mosquito bites. It felt impossible.
Spelling errors and incomplete sentences bring the same vulnerable feeling as getting your period the day you wear white pants to school.
Staring at the computer waiting for the next thought can be just as awkward as talking to a boy on the phone for the first time.