As far as hobbies go, I combed the realms in a deep desperation to discover my calling (let's not talk about that one time I actually took up professional trampolining), however all to no avail. It wasn't until a few years ago whilst aimlessly scouring the internet I stumbled upon a little thing we like to call a 'blog'. Completely captivated by the diary-esque entries and sprinkles of personality peppered here and there, it was like reading a magazine written by a long lost friend. I fell head over heels in love with how you could call this little corner of the web your own, where you could channel your creativity whilst imbuing it with ideas, inspirations and general life musings.
I'll admit, it took me quite a while to muster up the courage to finally create a blog, with doubt viciously whispering in my ear, my mind was a flurry of negativity. I've never been able to keep a diary so why should an online version be any different? Because blogging is the best thing ever. In a year alone I've bore my soul to you all, you've seen the good, the bad and the ugly and still stick by me. My blog isn't just a hobby, it's a way to capture and preserve memories and make friends. It's a door that suddenly swings open, where a whole mess of new opportunities and experiences lie. It's the escapism I so sorely need whenever life hits you hard, it's not just a blog, it's a lifestyle.
No longer are you categorised a 'student' or a 'sales assistant', you somehow ascend an astral plane, because you are now known as a blogger, and it's the best thing ever. Blogging isn't merely an opportunity to probe PR companies, sniffing after free samples, nor is it instant access to a book deal. It's a chance to grow as a writer, a creative, a person - looking back, it's hard not to wince with embarrassment over my past posts, but it's also hard not to beam with pride when you realise how far you've managed to come.