Once upon a time there was a girl called Emma (that’s me) who started a blog in the hopes that she could get all of the overthinking out of her head and free up space in her brain to be a normal person. Ok, technically it was so she could brag about travelling, but the overthinking thing came as a bonus. She soon discovered that other people were doing this too, except they were making money out of it and some eventually quit their full time jobs. This appealed to Emma who’s ideal lifestyle was to be a stay at home puppy mum and do whatever she wanted whenever she wanted. Emma started researching all of the different aspects of blogging and soon found out that it’s not an instant solution to all life’s problems.
Today I thought I would write a post that is a little bit different for me. It’s a post about the things that I have found unexpectedly difficult since becoming a blogger. I use the term ‘blogger’ very loosely too, because to be a blogger you kinda have to blog, and thats something I haven’t been doing for a couple of months. Given that this blog is reasonably new to me I thought I would be so excited to write my little heart out and I would be churning out more posts than a newspaper can publish a daily edition. I am rather disappointed in myself on that front to be honest, and it’s only now that I sit down and once again try to create a blog post that I’m actually thinking of the reasons why I keep stalling when I hit that ‘new post’ button.
Sometimes in life there are times when you need an emergency cupcake (ladies, you know what I’m talking about) and sometimes in life there are times when you really don’t feel like leaving the house to get said cupcake. There are also times in life when you feel like baking, but you don’t have time to whip up a 5 tiered chocolate layer cake, and the thought of the excessive washing up makes you want to crawl into a ball and eat cooking chocolate straight out of the packet.