I had to turn Twitter off today. The secret resentment that I’ve been feeling lately came bubbling up and all I wanted to do was spit venom at people. To put it in my husband’s words, I’m PMSing like a bitch and I’d really like to share my misery around husband’s addendum: this phrasing was not used as insult or intended to be mean.
All the opportunities that have passed me by have been staring me in the face today. This blogger has become the spokes person for a certain brand, that one has been paid for a post and yet another one has been sent free stuff that I would have loved to get my hands on.
Most days I’d feel a little pang but I’d be fine. Today though, toting around a huge handbag of pre-menstrual tension, everything is a slap in the face and it’s got me wondering (again) what I’m doing wrong. Maybe I’m just not suited to blogging?
If I’m not suited to blogging what’s the point in trying to push this long? Maybe I should give it up right here and now and move on to something that I really can turn into a career of some sort.
A very long time ago I was given advice about writing–I was young and naive and just didn’t have the life experience to write a believable narrative. Now I do. I have a lot of experiences up my sleeve, but even so I still seem to struggle with writing engaging posts. Maybe that’s the crux of the things I’m feeling today. Maybe it’s the same old insecurity about the one thing outside of my family that I’m truly passionate about?
