We made it, everyone! At least I (kind of) did. This is the halfway point for #NaBloPoMo, and so far, it's been successful--if not stressful, too.

As I started blogging earlier this month, I realized I wasn't following those prompts that BlogHer suggests in case you have writer's block. Not that I haven't had writer's block, because I definitely have...but I think I'm liking the challenge of having nothing but me, myself, and I to rely on when it comes to pouring out words onto this blog.

For so long with this blog, and even still to this day, I worry a lot about the idea of an "audience." Who's reading this? What if I say too much? What if what I say isn't "worth" anyone's time?

But the answer to all of that should be: who cares?

Why do I write on this blog? For thousands of page views? For dozens of comments and likes on social media? No--I'm writing for me. And so often, I think anyone who blogs feels a little self-conscious about admitting that. But I don't think it needs to be a bad thing to want to write for yourself. Shouldn't we all do that from time to time? We don't always need to be performing.

One thing I've noticed over the course of these posts is how timid I've always been to get too personal--and with the exception of yesterday's post, perhaps more of my writing has been vague than specific. I'll admit I'm not an entirely open book. But I'm learning that that's OK too.

Anyways, thanks to everyone who's been reading so far. Another thing I've noticed is how bad I am at ending blog posts because I always want that great one-two-K.O. punch, but sometimes, an ending is just an ending.