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Everyone’s writing now. Literally everybody. And I honestly don’t know why I write anymore.

I’m starting to feel invalid as far as my writing goes. Are writers even necessary? Anyone can do this. EVERYONE is doing this. Do people really even read my shit?

Honestly…

I have been racing through my brain, trying to think of different ways to make my blog stand out. Ways to get someone to see about me, and my thoughts. Find ways for me to stand out.

What will my blog be about? Come on, Aaminah…pick a set theme!

But I’m drawing blanks.

Do I inspire?
Make people laugh?
Gossip?

WHAT?!

And even if I choose, where is the originality?

I’m honestly at a place in my life where I don’t know if this is for me….

If this is the one thing I can call mine and mean it. Know my place. Earn my living.

Sometimes when I brainstorm and come up with ideas, I irritate myself at the process… how I turn some of the dumbest shit into a post because I haven’t written in a while.

Or how about the times I tell my friends about my blog and they brush it off as if I’m talking about some guy that’s obviously uninterested?

Oh, and I can’t forget about the moments where I have a post I wanna talk about, but “____ will ask me if it’s about him/her.”

I’m more than frustrated.

But I’m only frustrated because the one skill I love to use, doesn’t matter to anyone. The one skill I do possess, anyone can do….

And so I’m stuck.
Stuck with another love that doesn’t love JUST me.
Great.

Aaminah

Image Source: Imaan Hammam By Marc De Groot