It’s officially 2025. I was born in 1998. I should know how to blog, right? At least know the basics (question mark intended here)? Well, here I am: lost. If my Google history was set to track, you would see that my most recent searches involved, “What exactly is a blog,” and “Can you make money from blogging?” The Reddit threads were murky here so I still don’t know what a blog is. 

I asked my boyfriend last night if he thought blogging was “uncool.” He replied no with a shrug, but then again, what does he know? I always assumed that the person behind the blog was a late-twenty-something woman, who spent her time eating Ben and Jerry’s out of the container on Saturday nights and had a best friend who was most certainly a cat. (Hmm, that actually sounds a lot like me–maybe this is something I can excel at. Someone in the chat please tell me if blogging is just an open diary for the world to read.)

If you’re still here, thanks (slightly questioning your reasoning, though). I did learn something from my Google searches. Blogs don’t just have to be about airing out your dirty laundry. Blogs that rack in the dough tend to talk about travelling, food, niches, finance, and success stories. If my blog was about any of those topics it would go as follows:

• I don’t travel
• I eat too much food
• My niches would be random facts that I can’t actually remember completely or well enough to tell you about them
• I know nothing about finance and my bank account can prove that
• My success story is making it to 2025

Boring, I know. So, what is this blog? What is the point? What do I want the world to know? (Side commentary: Love that I think that the foot traffic here would equate to more than just my mom–btw, thanks for the support, mom.) Well, I guess I should stick to what I know best: myself. I want this blog to be the record of my journey–a list of what I want with my life and how I plan to get there (see below):

• self-improvement
• satisfying career
• financial stability and success
• confidence
• adventure

I hope you read that as get that moneyyyy. (Add winking emoji here.) Jokes aside, my mid-twenties marked the start of my ability to focus on my personal growth. I had made it through the darkness of my youth, the plateau of my early teens and twenties, and finally got to the point that I had chance to do things for essentially no reason. But there was a reason: it was for me. 

Over the last two years I have made more strides than I had ever before. I decided that I was going to teach myself how to bake and cook any and everything that I was curious about (croissants, bagels, layered cakes, macaroons, tamales, collard greens, you name it). I used this as a way to host parties for the people I love and faced my fear of reading instructions from start to finish before starting the recipe (literally, a game changer). 

I focused more on doing things alone and finding the value in experiences shared with myself. I won first place in a six-week long work fitness challenge because I decided that the bragging rights were worth the sacrifice of my sleep and lunch breaks (jury is still out on that). I decided to give back to the community in a way that was meaningful to me and became a mentor to a foster teen. 

For the first time I started to look at opportunities and worked for ways to get started. I started two businesses and created my own brand selling stickers and books. I joined writing competitions and discovered my passion. I read exactly fifty books in one year. I had an idea to copyedit as a job, enrolled in a program, and now can officially call myself a copyeditor (all typos here are included for dramatic effect). I learned to sincerely apologize and reconnected with good friends. 

I know there’s more, but that’s the starting list. I made progress after a long period of time believing that my world was gray and unmoving. I felt momentum and relished in the realization that life is meant to be enjoyed. I did not make millions. I did not become an icon (no, not even on TikTok). But, I genuinely tried new things and I made an effort to demand more from my life. And I still want more. I want to have fun and learn. I want to be creative and successful. But most of all, I want. I think that’s what is most important. There are too many of us that either don’t know what we want or believe that we do not deserve to want. Maybe, just maybe, this blog might encourage you to want more, because I promise you, you deserve it.