thinking too much. much too much.

Um, I am pretty lame at keeping a blog. I might be teetering dangerously close to abandoning ship or just using said ship as a photo meme place. Sigh. So many words to come up with. I really only have a dozen or so that clink back and forth in my head, none of which could complete an entire paragraph. Most of my life I've been horribly shy. Challenging myself to do things, THINGS that make me talk or connect with people I don't know well or at all is a struggle. When I gave birth to my daughter, I wanted to hold on to that feeling of accomplishment. I swore that it would give me the confidence to do wonderful things that I normally wouldn't do. Talking to a stranger should be pie after having a natural childbirth. WRITING ON THE INTERNET should be pie. And yet, it almost causes me more anxiety. Blogging where people can read and see what you've written is SCARY. I don't consider myself a writer. I don't spin words into beautifully written stories. When talking to a stranger, you are able to visibly see how they feel about what you are saying. You know you have an audience. I don't know what's more intimidating, the idea of people reading my words or typing for no one.