My blog is sometimes dark, sometimes funny, and yet always real. I don’t pretend to be something I am not to satisfy the masses, nor am I the most popular blogger out there in the hemisphere. I can’t promise anyone they will walk away from my website and be affected or struck down by some magic lightning bolt with my words. However, I can promise to always make people think. And if one can think about their actions, and change into a better person and grow because of it, then ultimately I‘ve still accomplished something, haven‘t I?
I’m contracted out to several hazardous material companies in the United States, and I work at a job primarily dominated by men. I rarely talk about my workplace on my web page though because nobody at my job knows I blog for a living. I guess I like the anonymity and the freedom of it all. There is nothing like telling the world how you really feel and not having to suffer the consequences for spilling your guts.
I blog about a variety of topics. I keep a weight loss journal and have lost quite a bit of weight because of it. I write on my current blog which is a dairy about my day to day life, and I also began writing a diary of my past which is about my childhood. I actually initially started blogging just to get all of my feelings out there somewhere, if only on paper. I never thought it would last this long in a million years.
Exactly a year in July of 2007.
I’m not really certain. Sometimes I only get 2 people reading and other days I get hundreds of hits. The one thing that has continued to mystify me, however, is just where do all of these people come from? I am one of those people who have multiple lurkers at my site who rarely ever post any of their thoughts or opinions.
I have never blogged as a means to make a living. I don’t condemn anyone who does though.
Someone who has something to overcome and wants to get off their ass and get motivated to make things happen to bring about a change in their lives.
Sometimes hours, and sometimes I can go a week without anything to say. However, this is primarily because I lead a very busy life and travel a lot.
I suppose I could give you a million reasons, but my reasons necessarilly wouldn’t be someone else’s reasons.
Envision yourself as a success story and the rest will follow. Success should never be measured in how far one runs in this race called life. Some will always finish first, and others will always finish last. Ultimately though, both are success stories because both had enough courage to not give up before crossing the finish line. Competition never provides the means to become the best at something, unless your competing with the person staring back at you in the mirror every day.
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