Just another blog post

It wasn’t until I started this post that I finally found a way to convince myself that my work is worthy enough for publicity in this age of content over-saturation.
It took me a few days of contemplation before I actually opened a document and started typing. My thought process went a little something like this:

Day 1: I thought of all the bloggers out there just like me. 
And then those lyrics from Steve Lacey’s song “Like Me” started playing in my head…

How many out there just like me?
How many work on self-acceptance like me?
How many face a situation like me?
I wonder
How many out there just like me?
How many others not gon' tell their family?
How many scared to lose their friends like me?
I wonder, I wonder

Then my wondering halted as I played the entire song, then the next one, and the next… and before I knew it I played the entire album Apollo XXI, then shuffled the rest of my music and got caught up in a dance-off with my mirror and didn’t even revisit the idea of becoming “just another blogger” until the next day. 

Day 2: I stared at my empty site. Then I shut my laptop screen down and binge watched The Sopranos.
In retrospect, it’s ironic that my fear of not standing out stopped me from starting my first blog post, but instead, compelled me to be one of the 18.4 million viewers of just another TV show. 

Day 3: It was 3pm and the next thing on my to-do list was “continue blog post 1” (as if I even started-- unless you consider thinking about it as the first step to starting something.)

So I decided to finally stop thinking and start doing, and the first step to doing something is to drink coffee. Second step? Set up a comfortable environment. So I got out of bed (yes, at 3pm, it was my day off– don’t judge) and hurried into the kitchen with my laptop, started the Keurig, turned on the fan, sat on the couch, propped my legs up on the coffee table (I really need an ottoman), and took a few deep breaths.

DING!: A text from a friend that I haven’t seen in months inviting me to Cinco De Mayo plans. I drop everything and get dressed. Nothing beats tacos and tequila.

Day 4: I’m up before the sun, contemplating life (the usual). I blamed my phone, but really, my thoughts don’t always know when it’s time to put it to rest.