Yes, blogging, I do love you.
I know, I know, it’s a big deal that I’m finally coming out about my love for you. Most people have figured it out by now though… I’ve been in love with you since I started about four years ago (WOW) and I wouldn’t trade my time with you for anything.
Blogging, you have given me so many insanely incredible opportunities. I’ve gone to fashion week and interviewed designers and I bet that I only got my first internship because of you.
And I want to apologize, because for all you’ve given me, I haven’t given you a lot. I don’t spend enough time with you, or enough energy thinking about you. I really should, and I know that, but I don’t. I guess I’m just the forgetful, inconsiderate one in this relationship.
When I do remember you, and spend time with you, I remember myself. You help me connect with like-minded people, and you help me learn and grow more than anything else does. I’ve learned more about life and writing and communication and the real world from you than a classroom education could ever give me, and for that I am eternally grateful.
I wish I could devote every waking hour to you. I wish you, blogging, could be my one and only. That’s not reality, but I wish I could. I really do.
I’m happier when I’m blogging. I’m more open and honest. I spend more time writing and reading and researching and taking pictures and exploring. I’m more willing to try new things. I’m more productive. I’m more motivated. I’m more determined.
So this one, blogging, is for you. You’ve made me who I am.