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I have no theme to reveal today ...
I am just a newbie, I do blog (past 52 days) but not sure if I can call myself 'A Blogger'.
Why the hell did I sign up??
I saw this challenge was taken very seriously in the blog world. I read about how this challenge had brought a change in a blogger's life. So many bloggers wrote about the positive effect it has had, like making new friends, increasing followers, page views, getting noticed globally, personal time management... list goes on.
So yes, after witnessing this kind of infectious energy it's difficult to just let it pass by.
I enrolled myself for the legendary AtoZchallenge.
Now I start thinking what should I write about ?
I have to give it my best shot else I will be lost in this ocean of brilliant bloggers.
I write down a few fiction plots, that I think are interesting.
Immediately I scratch out two plots, because I can't write 26 posts about it.
I dump another plot, because it might not be that interesting after all.
The next plot seems so repetitive to me, so obviously my readers will get bored or might happen that I have no readers if I choose this one.
Next one seems so silly, that it already makes me feel Dumb.
I am now left with just the last plot on the list.
I am happy that I have found the final winner.
The minute you succumb to outside pressure, you cease to be creative.
Just because it's the most logical thing to do, I cannot write something that I am not really passionate about, with these thoughts in my mind, I cross out my last fiction plot.
So have I given up on the challenge??
NO, I think the right thing for me to do right now, is to write about my life.
After all, the best stories are those which we don't tell anyone.
Truth is always stranger than Fiction !
At a verge of starting a new life and I decide to remember my past for one last time and write about it and let it all go. We all come with an emotional baggage, it's time for me to let go of mine or at least try.
A lot of people assume that women of a certain age who are not unattractive have no excuse for not having a perfect life. But you can have emotional baggage that is dragging you down like cement blocks tied to your feet.
It's time to free my feet !