The struggle is real

The struggle to come up with content to stay on top of things, to make time, to make it a habit, to make it work.  The struggle is real y'all.  I am not a professional photographer, I'm not a journalist, a writer... I mean we can all write I'm sure.  I don't know if I have a style, if I have a voice.  All I know is I'm work in progress in all that I do.  I may not be as tech savvy as the girl next door, or the Jones's, and that's alright because I am "me" very happy with "me'.   I remember sometimes in the back of my mind one of my English teachers who really encouraged my writing.  I used to get good grades in all of my essays.  He would assign essays I'd write them and get a good grade... Ugh! I don't recall having a passion for it, because who wants to write an essay? I didn't, I wanted to just get the hell out of there.  But I always wondered well what should I write about?  

 

Glad I've had the honor to meet and mingle with the people that are close and very dear to me.  It's hard to find friends that endure the test of time. Yet so many remain, I must be doing something right.  

 

So I write this post because I'll be honest, sometimes I don't know that the hell im doing and which way the wind is blowing.  This working full time and having a family and having it both ways is hard y'all.  And squeezing a little time for myself is hard.  Putting myself out there in this blog is hard, I think I'm a pretty private person and I'm so skeptical on what to share, what not to, what do people even want to read?

Am I even interesting, am I even messing up any chance I even had with writing this post? Oh well.

 

I can go on and on and on and rant all day long about the commuting to work, about the nasty people I've come across commuting over the years, or how blessed I am to even have a job in this day and age with this crazy economy or how I've developed friendships over the years on the bus and how commuting isn't so bad.  How a little nap on the bus can be just the thing I needed to energize myself for work or for the evening.  

 

I just don't know what direction we are headed here.  So many ideas, so little time.  So if you've read up till this point "thank you" stay with me lol!  I promise to stay real, realistic, and honest in all my opinions and views.  After all they are my views and opinions only... 

Follow for the ride, see where this goes (wink emoji here) 

 

Thanks for reading this out of the blue post.  It's no joke when I say the struggle is real: To write or not to write, that is the question. 

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Xoxo,

Gabriela