Am I the only blogger who feels sometimes like they are forced to come up with something witty to blog about? I know Im not the only person who feels pressure to talk about something people will actually want to hear about *Im looking at you, Barrack* Like I seriously think to myself, "Why would anyone care to read about Troy & I going to the park today?" I feel as tho this blogging world can be uber competitive. Obviously, you tell yourself you aren't going to get wrapped up in it, and that you blog for yourself, but cmon. Lets be honest: You care about those followers you get. Every time you see you have new followers or you've lost followers, it effects you. You can admit it or not. So that is why I think about how I can entertain those new people, or those dedicated people I've had since the beginning. But when I have nothing, it's sort of a forced post.
This is like an online diary, right? I started this blog to document my life, my workouts, to be inspired, to inspire. Then it was documenting the move back home from North Carolina to California. Then it was about mine and Nicks California job hunt in a shitty economy. Then it was about moving out of my parents house, then it was about my pregnancy. And now? My days are full of chasing Troy around, "All About Helicopters" on repeat on the iPad, my mental battle with my my butt in the gym by 5am M-F, trying to take care of the house like Im supposed to (Read Stay at Home Wife/Mom definition), having days where I hit and miss with potty training Troy...so seriously, that explains my lack of presence.
I hate that in a way, I've let the "followers" number get to me, or trying to "Keep up with the Joneses" of the blog world. In February I got a tattoo that reads, "Alis Volat Propriis" (Translation: She flies by her own wings).
Well friggin A Karli...fly by your own wings! This is an online diary of a sorts so document all you want about how you basically ate it at the gym when the Smith Machine was trying to press your face into the ground or how Troy has nicknamed his "stuff", "Nanny" (aka Banana. Yes, my son is confident at his young age). Its definitely time I stop worrying if Im going to be funny. I already know, I am HILAR. I shall start with my gym story.....starting tomorrow :) Be back for this short little tid bit that's sure to bring a smile to your face.