I stopped blogging for Femstrong two years ago. I know. I know.
I stopped because I met someone, and I felt like Femstrong was only for badass independent…single…ladies.
I stopped because I didn’t feel strong anymore.
I stopped because I didn’t have the answers like I thought I had when I first started the blog.
But mainly, I stopped because I didn’t have anything to say.
I stopped because I didn’t know where I wanted Femstrong to even go. And if you don’t know where you want something to go, then how is it supposed to get there??
I stopped and then 2020 happened. Where I went into the year feeling all kinds of confident and successful, like I knew how to navigate this new world we’ve created for ourselves, like I knew how to make this business thing WORK, like I could handle it.
But instead of having ANY fucking answers at all, I’ve really just been throwing a bunch of shit at the wall with nothing sticking.
2020 has been a year of frustration. A year of defeat. A year of negativity. A year of BULL SHIT.
BUT. It’s not done yet.
And just because I stopped blogging for Femstrong 2 years ago doesn’t mean I can’t start blogging again.
Why the fuck not?
It’s my blog. I make the rules.
Even if I don’t have a destination in mind for the blog…why not just mindlessly wander for a bit?
Because I miss this journal style of blogging. I miss being able to talk about what I’m up to without having to fit into this “professional box” that I have created for myself with my photography business. I miss saying what I actually mean.
I miss having the freedom.
And I miss feeling strong.
And it’s about whatever else I feel like writing about.
I never said I had all the answers.
I just said I’d be real.
Till next time.