|I'm sure I will regret this image at some point. Older-me, if you're reading this, I apologise for embarrassing you.|
Some of you may know that I've been blogging since I was just seven years old. That probably seems really weird to a lot of you! I started my first blog when I became home schooled the first time. It was great, I made a ton of friends through it, and now, years later, I can look back at mini me's thoughts!
|Ah, the first guitar. The start of my addiction. Now I have seven.|
|'I am worried.' I don't know why that line makes me laugh so much, but it does. :')|
Some people think it's cool that I was blogging at such a young age and that I'm lucky for being able to do that, while others think it's disgraceful. I wonder what those people would think if they knew I'd been using a computer since I was two...
I remember the first moment I started writing a blog post. I was seven years old, and we lived in my old house then, the one with the really small patio garden. I was sat in my pink paddling pool with an umbrella over my head because it was raining, and my grandad had recently gotten a load of free notebooks from the building site he worked on. He gave them to me. They were really big and heavy - although maybe I only think that because I was small - and I remember the papers came out really easily, but whatever. I remember writing the date at the top of the page - April, I think it was - and I started writing about the day I'd left my primary school, which hadn't been long before. Later that day, I typed it up. That was my first blog post.
Sometimes I feel really uncomfortable about the fact that I blogged so young, mainly because when people stalk my old blog posts - not naming any names *cough* Jack - I feel so embarrassed. Younger me was everything I seem to dislike about people nowadays. My lame attempts at reviews make me cringe so much, and my posts were awful. There are things I said to people in interviews a few years ago that, now, I really wish I hadn't. Apparently I didn't understand the concept of privacy. Obviously I wasn't splashing my home address and my phone number and my school all over the Internet, I wasn't that clueless, but did I really need to tell everyone so much about myself? It's embarrassing, but it's all out there now and there's nothing I can do about it. At least my old diary-like blog is private now, which is where the screenshots above are from. As Emma Watson said, "The less you reveal, the more people can wonder." She was talking about clothes (take note, Miley) but it applies here too.
On the other hand, I'm kind-of glad I got to start blogging when I was younger. I caught on to HTML and CSS pretty quickly, and by the age of ten I knew all about optimising blog posts and how to catch the attention of my readers. I'm glad I got all of that out of the way, because I honestly don't think I'd have the time to start blogging now at fifteen. I'm already in a comfortable routine, I got the awkwardly written posts out of the way before I had anything to lose. Like friends, and important publishing contacts. I once went for a year where I didn't tweet anything, and I came back to no mentions.
But seriously, I'd say there are an equal number of pros and cons. Yes, the things I've said publicly in the past really embarrass me and I wish I could take them back, but there's nothing I can do about it. I hadn't 'discovered myself' (ew, sorry for injecting such a cliche phrase into the post), so I had an excuse for being weird and socially awkward, right? Right.
You probably shouldn't answer that question.
I pretty much grew up on Blogger. I remember when the dashboard was a disgusting combination of brown and navy blue, and the pre-made templates available looked really cool at the time but now, looking back, they just look basic. Blogger saw me go in to double-digits, it saw my spelling get progressively better (thank god for that) and it saw me through three different schools, my mother getting married, and any random difficulties or thoughts I had as I went from childhood to adolescence. I just wish I'd made more of an effort in the first couple of years of book blogging. I didn't really take it seriously, but now I do. I still feel like I'm trying to make up for those first two years.
I'm not sure exactly what the point of this post was, but sometimes I feel like there's a 'personal post' in me that needs to be written, so I write it. Hopefully it was somewhat interesting... :)