Welcome to my blog.
If you’re reading this, I did it.
I finally took the plunge and just put something out there. The irony of all my fear associated with the act of going for it is that at this point, no one is reading this. Maybe my mom. But, that’s mostly it.
I know what you’re thinking – another basic bish with a blog. And, I suppose you are partially right for that criticism. I am basic and I do have a blog now. But for me, it truly is so much more than that.
I have been writing – I have been a writer my entire life. Yes, my entire life. I’m good at it, I love doing it, it’s the best way I know how to communicate out of all the forms of communication. This isn’t a brag, this is just the truth. I love the romance of writing, the ability to spin a story out of thin air onto paper with a cheap pen. It’s magic to me.
Blogging seemed magical in it’s earliest form. I would hear about these “bloggers” of the early internet age and just think, wow – I want to do that some day. They seemed to fearless and brave. It seemed so Cosmopolitan, so Carrie Bradshaw. And I knew that one day I would do that too. It would be my thing.
But then I got scared. Or I got busy to cover up the fact that I was scared. Either way, years of my life went by and I never have the guts to do it. I was writing. I do write. I get paid to write. I graduated with a degree in journalism. I’ve done the writing thing. But I’ve always been a staff writer of sorts. I’m content playing the background roles, never having any desire to step out into the spotlight and be Megan Samuels – or She Wore Polka Dots. I was scared.
And then, blogging became this whole other thing. Bloggers turned into glamorous social media gurus with beautiful homes and adorable children, with perfect extensions and full lips. They seemed to have it all and they have become the standard for the current writing form that is blogging.
So I felt like I didn’t have a place anymore. Like I had waited too long and now I would have to conform to this new way of blogging even though I would never fit in and would struggle so hard to recreate what comes so naturally to them just so I could “compete.” Not to mention, I care more about long-winded storytelling than I do selling Nordstrom’s latest sale items that would never fit me anyway.
Can you tell I overthink things?
Anyway, that brings us to now. To 2021, and the launching of this somewhat patched-together, very un-glamorous, but authentic blog. I am just starting. Today. I’m tired of watching from the sidelines and coming up with excuses for why I can’t play. I decided that it didn’t matter if anyone read it, in all seriousness.
If 2020 taught me anything, it’s that life is too short. There has always been a curiosity on my heart about putting my thoughts and my writing out into the world. Yes, it’s still scary. And no, I don’t think everything I choose to write counts as important or interesting. But as I state earlier, I just love it.
She Wore Polka Dots is a place for me to add some creativity, some spark, some obnoxious polka dots to my life. I love fashion, but I gotta do it my way. I love sharing. Whether it’s my most recent home purchases, a weird new life hack, or some random story about my ever-so-messed-up love life – I love sharing.
I don’t have everything figured out yet. I just don’t. And I don’t think I even have the wherewithal to ever have everything figured out. I am well aware that my content won’t look like everyone else’s. I have a small apartment that is in a constant state of having “work to do,” oh – and I also have no idea what I’m doing. Did I mention that? I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I’M DOING. And I’ve accepted that.
I hope you enjoy a little piece of this. I know I’m going to enjoy escaping my boring little world sometimes and having some fun right here.