One question I get pretty often is, "What Made You Start a Blog?"
Some popular answers to this question are to make money or to connect with long-distance friends and family. My answer is neither of those. I started a blog because I was too lazy to write a book. Did I mention I'm going to be as honest as possible in this post? Ok, yeah, honesty coming at you.
I wanted to start a blog that was basically a girl's guide to the world of sports. I thought that I had a unique ability to not only teach my girlfriends the rules of sports that they might not already know, but also get them totally wrapped up in their favorite sport and team. I essentially wanted every single girl I was friends with to want to go to games with me. Quite selfish, really. I'm an only child, that's what we do, make it all about us.
My first thought was, write a book! My second thought, which occurred just seconds later was, Yikes, that sounds hard and I have shiny red ball syndrome, how about a blog instead!
I tossed around some wildly ridiculous names like Damsel in His Mess (yowza) and First and Tension (DOUBE YOWZA). Then, while peeing, I thought of the name Venus Trapped in Mars and hardly finished wiping before I ran out of the bathroom to tell everyone my great idea.
I didn't start a blog to make money, I started it to make an impact and maybe even a name for myself in the sports world. Tickets would be a lovely add-on that, to this day, I welcome with open arms. Somewhere along the way, I realized that it was possible to make cold hard cash through blogging. This blog has now turned into a hobby, a love, a small source of income and a way to connect with hundreds of people across the world -- including my favorite way of connecting: talking about sports.
It's so easy to get frustrated and want to quit along the way. I had the thought JUST YESTERDAY that I don't want to do this crap anymore. It was a fleeting thought that popped in my mind while scrolling through my instagram feed.... comparison is the thief of joy blah blah blah blah. Yeah, I got that.
When I think about quitting I think about the joy this blog has brought me. The support this blog has brought me. The experiences this blog has brought me.
When I think about quitting I think about why I started in the first place, to make an impact. Sometimes I feel like I DO -- in the sports world or girl world or whatever -- make an impact and that is some cool shit right there.
So many of you told me that you are a medium who is frustrated and ashamed to be in a bathing suit, and that broke my heart. I hate that I'm like that and I hate that you're like that. I wish I was a fashion blogger, I wish I could do more posts on how to be proud of the body you have. Although I love clothes, my whole wardrobe is TJ Maxx and Forever 21 sundresses that I've owned since college, so I'm pretty sure I'm not the girl for you.
What I can do is remind you guys that you're beautiful and you're happy. I know you're happy because you probably ate pizza at some point in the last few weeks. Show me an unhappy person with a slice of pizza in their hand. Nope, you won't find one, they just don't exist.
Per the usual, this post started one way and ended somewhere else, so sue me. I'm not perfect, my blog isn't perfect, my body isn't perfect but I'm happy because I eat pizza once a week. LOLZZ.
When I think about quitting I think about the joy this blog has brought me. The support this blog has brought me. The experiences this blog has brought me.
When I think about quitting I think about why I started in the first place, to make an impact. Sometimes I feel like I DO -- in the sports world or girl world or whatever -- make an impact and that is some cool shit right there.
So many of you told me that you are a medium who is frustrated and ashamed to be in a bathing suit, and that broke my heart. I hate that I'm like that and I hate that you're like that. I wish I was a fashion blogger, I wish I could do more posts on how to be proud of the body you have. Although I love clothes, my whole wardrobe is TJ Maxx and Forever 21 sundresses that I've owned since college, so I'm pretty sure I'm not the girl for you.
LiketoKnowIt: Sundress || Forever21 (OLD, LIKE REALLY FREAKING OLD, LIKE 10 YEARS)
I would be the worst selling Like 2 Know it person of all time, nothing would be linked.
What I can do is remind you guys that you're beautiful and you're happy. I know you're happy because you probably ate pizza at some point in the last few weeks. Show me an unhappy person with a slice of pizza in their hand. Nope, you won't find one, they just don't exist.
Per the usual, this post started one way and ended somewhere else, so sue me. I'm not perfect, my blog isn't perfect, my body isn't perfect but I'm happy because I eat pizza once a week. LOLZZ.
