I have a love-hate relationship with blogs.
I love reading blogs – especially those well written foodie ones chock full of food porn. I could spend hours reading them and marvelling at the glistening images. I love laughing along with the antics of those with a more comedic nature, and I love how easily you can be virtually drawn into the experience of a stranger in another land.
I hate (well, maybe hate is too strong a word but for lack of a better one, let’s just stick with it) the idea that too much effort goes into a blog. I have always wanted to write a blog, but I hesitate. I know that my enthusiasm will fail and I may eventually find it burdensome to constantly keep it updated and keep up with witty comments and gawk-able photographs.
However, something at the back of my mind keeps niggling at me to give it a shot – or it could just have been the voice of my ever supportive husband, who has more faith in me than I do in myself.
So here I am with my virgin post. All geared up, enthused and just a tad apprehensive. I hope I’ll keep up with it, and maybe someday if this works out and when I’m brave enough, I’ll let the rest of my world in on it.