What is the meaning of this?

I'm not sure where this is going, but I'm taking you with me.

I have no idea what I want this blog to be about. Self-improvement? Love? Sex? Ok, well, definitely not that last one. There are only so many different ways you can write about finding the G-spot (and let's face it, no matter how many ways its been put, men still struggle). No, no. This blog should be about something worldly, inspiring, and provocative (but not that kind of provocative). Who am I kidding... what do I know about any of those things? I'm a hermit whose idea of an exciting night on the town is showing off my self-checkout prowess to senior citizens at the neighborhood Ralph's. 

I should show off my talents. Talents? What are those? Something you're innately good at? Does self-deprecating humor count? 

Okay you've gotten this far. In my book, that merits some sort of a reward. Unfortunately for you, I don't have any of those, so you'll just have to accept a smug yet sincere thank you from me. 

I read a blog post from a business advisor recently that said: "Don't start a business until people are asking you to." Does the same go for blogs? Because that's why I'm here. And, if it DOES apply to blogs, does that mean that in business (much like with blogs) you can start one without knowing what it's about, just because people are telling you to start one? Like, does that work? 

"Well, here it is by popular demand folks! My business! I don't know what it's about or what I'm selling, but fork up, leave a review, and tell your friends!" Fortunately for blogs, you don't have to fork up and leave a review, but I'll be damned if you don't tell your friends.  Empty threats aside, I guess I'm pondering what to do with this cozy little corner of the internet I've situated for myself here.

People say to do what you're good at and what you enjoy. Well, I'm good at and I enjoy writing. For a while I thought I didn't, but that's because I was limited in what I could do with it. I loved writing for my high-school newspaper, was even an award-winning Editor-in-Chief for two and a half years. When I moved to Broadcast Journalism in college, though, it was like my desire to write beautifully was promptly stifled by the TV industry's fixation on "short and simple" pieces. 

"150 WORDS MAX!" 

"GET TO THE POINT!"

"DON'T GO INTO DETAIL!"

"WHO CARES WHAT EMOTION THE COLOR OF THE CURTAINS EVOKED, THE POINT IS THERE WAS A DEAD BODY WRAPPED IN THEM." 

Well good grief, forgive me for wanting to add some flair! It became apparent to me that broadcast journalism was not about creativity or talent, but rather speed and cut-to-the-chase capabilities. Two qualities I don't quite embody. I've been cursed with the inculpable quality of being more long-winded than an afternoon Santa Ana sweeping through the San Fernando Valley. (Jesus. I just proved my own point in the same sentence that I made it.)  I guess the point of this whole long, treacherous rant is that you love what you do when you are able to do it without limitation.

I guess that's why so many people want to be entrepreneurs. It's hard to enjoy doing what you love when you do it under someone else's terms (whether they be an individual's, company's, or a whole industry's). Newspaper writing gave me the ability to hone and develop a creative flow, a method of storytelling that was detailed, precise, and lively. Unfortunately, newspaper writing is also soon-to-be deader than a doornail. And don't get me wrong, I think broadcast journalism is a powerful and critical medium that deserves to be appreciated, glorified, and respected - but it wasn't for me. 

So, there it is. I guess you just helped me discover my purpose for this blog. You may not know it, because you may have zoned out shortly after my dismissal of G-spot topics (sorry to disappoint), but you did. Maybe it won't be about a certain topic. Maybe it'll just be an exploration of doing without limitation. A collection of long-winded, over-detailed, under-appreciated musings. A public diary, if you will. (Good God, that's a terrifying concept). Welcome to the blog! Glad you could be my guinea pig for a while...