Someone called me a creative the other day, and I was blown away. Not blown away in the I’m-so-flattered-you-would-think-that type blown away, but more confused. Me? The laziest, most inconsistent, self acclaimed “blogger”. I laugh in Gucci. But then I realized that I really do carry this “blogger” placard very high above my head. It’s in my Instagram and Twitter bio, and it comes up quite regularly in small talk. I laugh again. Then I rerouted the thinking and asked myself if I truly wanted to become a bonafide member of this blogger brigade. Zeal is zero, inspiration almost always non existent, and motivation is at an all time low. Don’t get me wrong, I’m very obsessed with this fast blossoming blogging world. I know it’s a lot of work and commitment; both of which I don’t know if I can handle. Tobi, captain of flimsy excuses!! Sometimes I wonder if this blogging thing is in my destiny or if I’m forcing it. But we’ll see. One last try.