Introductions

Hi. My name is Brooklet. I use to have a blog that I would post fairly regularly on. You may remember it. I had some post that were kinda funny, some that weren't funny at all, and some that were semi-offensive. Those were my favorites.



But it has been months since I have written a real post. A post with feeling. For the last several months blogging has had a much different feel to it than before. And I can pin point the exact moment it changed for me.



I have the same ol' excuses. Too busy, not in the mood, not motivated to write. I feel that I am unwilling to speak unless I expect to say something that will amaze the whole room. This is no striking resemblance to your own character, I'm sure. Bottom line is, I don't think I have anything entertaining to say. My blog isn't crafty, I wouldn't call it informative, and it sure as heck ain't inspiring, so it had darn well better be entertaining.



So the exact moment of un-enlightenment for me was a couple of months ago when someone told me that they really thought my posts were good, and I have thought far too much of it since then. I was very touched by his praise. But unfortunately for me, once I heard the praise, I knew I would feel a pressure to only write things that deserved such praise. Hence I haven't written much since then. Too much pressure, not enough talent. So here I am, neglecting my blog, missing the good ol' days when I didn't stress about what I wrote. I have always written the good, the bad, and the ugly, regardless of what people say. I need to get back to that level of thoughtlessness. I am sure it will come.



I don't mean to say that I don't like compliments. They always make me feel very warm and fuzzy inside. It just kinda goes back to that insecurity inside me that doesn't like to fail, that doesn't like to disappoint. I need to get over that, because quite frankly I should be use to it by now. It's just one of those things left over from adolescence that I need to overcome, or else my maturity level will never catch up to the the level that the wrinkles around my eyes suggests I should be at.