About a month ago, a ridiculous thought occurred to me: I should start a blog. As with most thoughts I have, I blurted this particular idea out loud, took a big swig of my over-sized beer, and laughed with everyone else in the room. Nobody else laughed.
I’m used to that. I say a lot of funny things that no one laughs at.
But this time it turned out that no one was laughing because everyone was encouraging. Encouraging, me, to start a blog.
The next day I opened the Google machine and typed in these words: how to start a blog. Immediately there was every expert in the world telling me what to do, why to do it, how to say it, and — most importantly — where to start. Instantly, I was overwhelmed.
The most important thing, almost everyone was saying, was to have a clarity of focus so that people could find you easily. You needed a topic.
I didn’t have a topic.
So I started writing. I started writing every other day, religiously. If you know me you know I don’t do anything religiously, except drink beer on Sunday mornings. Some things require practice to maintain. But I figured if I can create a lifetime habit of beer drinking through dedicated practice then surely I could create a writing habit by, you know, writing habitually.
I figured the topic would come.
A month later I’ve written 18 offline blog entries, one every other day, of which I am surpassingly proud. I’ve written about self-improvement, beer-drinking, football, politics, death, parties, bartenders, canines and friends. I have a wide variety of topics to choose from.
And my favorite one is whatever is on my mind today.
I guess I’m not good with rules. I guess I’m not focused enough to create a super-successful, million-follower, award-winning blog for the ages. Yet.
When I first started and learned I needed a topic, I asked everyone I know what the topic should be and I got a hundred different responses. Some were hilarious and others were profound. Then one day one of my friends told me I should write about the one thing I seem to love the most … me.
It was a joke. I think.
But that’s where this thing ended up, after all. This is a blog about me, about my walk through this journey of life and the way I see things as I go along. It may not be much but it is the best that I can do. For now.
Seems like every journey of a thousand miles begins with a first step. So, this is my first step.
Come take a walk with me.