So… Is This the End? A Review on my Blogging Experience

So with the end of this semester, does that conclude my blogging?

Do I lock it away in the archives for good? Should I frame it?

Nope, not at all. I’ll keep blogging, whenever something comes to mind. I think the one thing that I’ve learned from this entire semester is that my creative process clashes with my work ethic a bit. Throughout the semester, I struggled to write two posts a week, because there were times when I just hit massive writers’ block. The stuff that I was writing down just didn’t seem genuine, or natural. It seemed forced.

I don’t like giving half-assed attempts at anything, so I admit, there were spells when I just didn’t write much at all. But hey, having to fit the two-post-per-week limit really made me think critically.

And it goes back to learning how to brand yourself. It’s not an overnight process. It’s difficult to find out what makes you unique and differentiate yourself from all your peers. Some people are opinionated and want to let it show. Other people are experts in something, or are talented.

Me? I just like to talk. About anything.

I just thought it was the easiest way for me to write — the purest stream of consciousness writing possible. Just about anything that pops into my head that warrants a cohesive, 400 words and up to tell. And it was still difficult.

Although, it wasn’t as difficult as when I tried to theme my stories at the beginning of the semester. I tried to incorporate my love for the NFL and NBA into the blog posts. Man, did that pipeline dry up fast. I also hated, hated using Wordpress. The interface just seemed so unnecessary for words on a page. Enter Medium. I love this website. Simple, to the point, gets the job done. Shareable across most social media. Bingo.

So now, with a reliable platform, and a thought process that encourages me to write about anything, why would I stop?

Branding myself is important, and helps me improve as a writer. There’s really no downside, and I think I’m addicted to it now. This is my journal. My public journal.

First grade me would’ve made fun of me. I would tell first grade me how dumb I was back then.

I’ll probably post about once a month, as I experience new things and embark to new horizons. It’ll be fun, and will be a way for me to keep track of memories.

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