4000 Years Ago, and My Promise to You

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Do you ever make promises to yourself? Of course you do. Let me be more specific. Do you ever swear up and down that you are GOING to do something, only to make that exact same promise in a few months, and then try to buckle down and do it but never really do, and then promise yourself to do it again a few months later?

That is the exact cycle that I’ve faced when contemplating a blog.

This ol’ brain of mine is filled with wild tangents that, for my own sake, would love to make their way out. But do people even care? Shouldn’t a blog be tailored to an audience strategically? What about demographic? What’s my voice?
4000 years later, I still didn’t have a blog and I hadn’t determined any of this. Cue today. There’s that saying that there’s no time like the present. I don’t know if it’s just the era we live in that causes a simple blog to turn into a strategic business venture, but I seriously believe that the accessibility of the internet makes everything go #OTT. That’s why we get articles filling up our news feeds claiming, “I thought he was just trying to pet that dog. What happens next MADE MY BRAIN EXPLODE!” x2349872984. I mean, how many times can you be THAT FREAKING EXCITED? But I digress. (See, didn’t I say I was filled with tangents?)

So here’s my promise. I may not be the voice of the people, or a brand ambassador for whatever’s happening for people like me, or that bronzed yoga goddess who sips green juice and has perfect gel manicures and those little rings that only go halfway on her fingers at all times. But I will be a truly unique voice, and that’s because I will only be me. It might get #raw. And the challenge with rawness is that it exposes me to the three people that read this blog (hi, grandma) who don’t ever hear that side. But I’ve made a promise to myself — and now to you — that this ish is about to get real. And chances are, if I’m feeling/thinking/experiencing it, someone else out there is too. So follow me on here, or on Facebook, or just wait until I can afford one of those planes that fly banners over the ocean with SOULNSHAPE.COM (because I’ll probably drop the I, right?), or don’t follow me at all. I’ll love you anyway. And comment here. I love to chat.

Oh, and I promise to use impeccable grammar. Seriously. I won’t let you down.