I once had a dream where I met Angel Michael. He told me to something about my contribution to human life but I was too busy pressing my palms against my ears and going, “la la la la” By the time I came to my senses the guy had sent me back to my mortal body. And that ladies and gentlemen is the story of how I started blogging.
Blogging was never a full blown dream until the end of 2019. I had a case of quarter life crisis and all I could think about was that taunting question that ravages every parent’s mind the moment their children strike the string of puberty, “where did it go wrong?”
Having dedicated my life to a reckless journey of work with no play, I officially was now a dull boy.
Starting my first attempt at a blog was the push I needed to start that one journey of self discovery I so desperately needed.
Finding a niche was never a priority at the start. I was a barking dog which had just discovered it’s vocal cord. Ranting about life’s injustices was my flow until the start of 2020. I was officially tired of spiting the venom that was aching to be released.
Through my remorseless rants I came to learn one fact that changed my perspective forever.
I am a great liar. The audience loved it and so did I. Coming to terms with evil tongue that I had, I took on the role of the ancients, passing down my knowledge from one generation to the next through my greatly exaggerated stories.
And that ladies and gentlemen is how I really started blogging