Blogging has always been something on my bucket list. Not that its especially difficult but I've started multiple blogs only to quit after a few posts. Committing to it seems to be the most challenging hurdle so far. Looking back now I'm relieved that those blogs are deeply buried somewhere in my closet of skeletons. The things i wrote in those were a load of rubbish but I make no promises that this blog won't end up the same way...
I think what I fear most is becoming obsessed with an imaginary world that I've fabricated on this blog and start neglecting reality. I loath the idea of turning in to one of those people who document all their meals, taking photos of their food at an "artistic" angle and then blasting it through Instagram. Not that there's anything wrong with it, its just that I love to eat. When it gets to a point where I take a photo of what I'm eating before shoveling it in to my mouth probably means blogging has become too dominant of a figure in my life.
I'd like to use this blog not only as a way to document what i wear and the gradual transition of my taste in clothes but to post happy, stupid events that take place in my life. I hope to commit to this blog so that I may be able to look back in a few years and see how I've changed.
