....a Blogger.

Yes, today I am aspiring to be a blogger.

It's an aspiration that has given me several (two) sleepless nights since I began to seriously consider setting up a blog of my own. Irrational fears started to haunt me; what do I write about? Do I actually have anything interesting to say? Do I want to bear my soul to the digital world and have it judged in ways that could be seriously damaging to my sanity? Apparently I do have things to say, and I do believe these things are interesting and I am not worried for my sanity. I know this because here I am. On my blog. Writing to you (who are you?).

The definition of the word 'aspire' (PLEASE READ ON I SWEAR THIS IS NOT A RUN DOWN OF THE ENGLISH DICTIONARY IT IS RELEVANT AND INTERESTING) is, 'to direct ones hopes or ambitions towards achieving something'. I like this. It gives off the aura of someone who tries; a trier. The idea that you are moving towards achieving something is so appealing as it doesn't suggest any pressure or time limit - one is simply gearing up for a time when they will have established a platform from which they can achieve a life ambition. Or preparing themselves to begin the long journey to realising a hope, a dream. These people are triers. I am one of them.

I am aspiring to be and do many things (which in due course you will find out. Hence the blog. Duh) but for now all you need to know is that I aspired to be a blogger. I had hopes of writing something that others would find interesting, entertaining, funny, lovable, quirky...the list goes on...so I directed these hopes towards creating a (successful) blog in the digital world which we inhabit. I aspired. I achieved (?). Congratulations are in order. Yet this is just the beginning.