Today marks my 10 year anniversary on WordPress

10 years on this app, website, blog, whatever. This is my homebase! My own house in this world wide web universe! 10 years!!! Since 2015 and I can’t go back to find that post from 2015 because I know for sure, I deleted it. I remember doing a 30 day blog challenge where I wrote something personal about myself for thirty days and I deleted everything.
I tried everything from book reviews and podcast. Deleted all of them.
Since this is my 10 year anniversary as of today of this upload, I just want to say I deleted a lot of my work because I was afraid of how I was perceived by my readers. It hurts. That’s work I’ll never recover. When I was younger I tried to share my work but was always viewed as weird by outside family members whom I cut off. It was never people I didn’t know. It was OUTSIDE family members, whom I never really gave a shit about. Their criticism (which probsbly came from a place of hate) festered in my subconscious for years and every time I thought to share something, I saw their distorted faces mocking me but who cares?
Anyways,
If I could go back and tell younger me not to delete anything, I would, but it’s probably for the best. Now that I reflect on some of my post (since I still have the saved Word document copies) I like that I’ve been on here for 10 years with very little to show except social media rants and short stories.
Start blogging, vlogging, Journaling. Take more pictures of yourself and print them out. Growth is beautiful whether you choose to share it or not. At least you have it documented for yourself.
10 years in and I can finally say I’m at the level of not caring how other see me and my work. I love to see the development of myself and others who are brave enough to share their creative projects.