Perhaps it’s because I’ve talked about starting a blog for the last 10 years.
Maybe it’s because I just turned 34 and feel like I should have accomplished a LOT more by this point in my life.
It could be the fact that I recently moved across the country to ‘be closer to family’ but yet feel more alone than I’ve ever felt before.
Maybe it was the conversation I had with my mom the other day about starting a blog.
“Sounds like a winner. When are you starting?”
“Haha, never. But it sounds so fun, huh?”
“That’s what I figured, lol. Yes, it does.”
Am I that predictable? Am I that bad at following through with things? Damnit. Yeah, I am that bad at following through with things.
Nope, it was this: I’ve taken thousands of pictures in the past year of my sweet, perfect little girl – and I’m only in a handful of them because I hate the way I look. I hate the way I feel. I’m not myself anymore and I miss the person I used to be. I want to be someone my daughter can be proud of, and I have a lot of work to do.