Barely a day goes by without me considering quitting blogging. Honestly, it is a constant struggle.
The fact that it is a struggle does not necessarily mean it is wrong. Some things, even when met with resistance, can still be good for us. But I am not sure that applies to my blogging.
I am Swedish, and I write in English because I have this idea that it opens more opportunities and is educational. That is true in itself, but is that really why I do it?
I am not so sure. Maybe it is all fake.
I am haunted by a feeling that it is all about attention and that I am doing everything I can to hide that reason from myself. That thought leaves a bitter aftertaste, and I am not comfortable with it. I find it unpleasant.
Somewhere inside, I imagine myself sitting alone with pen and paper. Simply writing it all out, unfiltered, without even thinking about someone reading it.
That is pretty much how this text is written, and I am not sure if I will publish it, but I felt the need to get it out of my system.