Month Two: Hello February...Still Trying Not to Overcomplicate Things
So here we are, month two into my blog-a-day-ish challenge.
Writing every day for a year.
Hilarious, really, because I don’t write down goals. And yet here I am, with an entire blog that is, in fact, a written goal. But hey, we move.
Honestly, I had no clue what I’d get out of this. I wasn’t expecting some grand Eat, Pray, Love revelation two months in. Let’s be real—it’s going to take a bit longer than that. But a few things are becoming clear.
For starters, I’m way more switched on to life. Not in that over-engineered, “let’s find deep meaning everywhere” kind of way. It’s more like... things that make me smile or laugh just seem to stand out more.
Maybe I’m just paying better attention. Maybe it’s life. I don’t know. But it’s fun.
I also think I’m getting better at communicating. I mean, don’t get too excited. It’s not like I’m giving TED Talks just yet. But I can feel it.
The way I think about words and how they come together, it’s improving.
Writing this much has forced me to get sharper. More deliberate. There’s something about turning thoughts into sentences that you actually want to read back later.
And you know what? That’s cool.
Now, about those early blogs... wow. The overcomplication is chef’s kiss.
I was clearly doing the most for no reason. That is classic Audrey, trying to make every word perfect. I’ve gone back and reread a few and just thought,
“Why though?
Why did you do that to yourself?”
But I’m learning. It doesn’t have to be perfect. It just has to be real. And I’m slowly getting there.
One thing I haven’t quite tackled yet is the fear of telling people about the blog. The 'readership' (hilarious even calling it that) is tiny, and I’m okay with that.
The idea of too many eyes on my words makes me want to hide under a duvet.
So for now, I’m keeping it low-key. We’ll see how I feel about it next month.
But for now, I’m enjoying it—writing, paying attention to the world, getting better at words, and slowly learning to chill out about being perfect.
Who knew progress could be this weirdly satisfying?.
