Please don’t take my distance from the the cyber world as a sign of neglect for my blog site. But, you know when you walk into your house or apartment and it just doesn’t feel like home? Like it’s missing something? Maybe you have to go to Ikea and grab the perfect couch or the perfect coffee table. Maybe you need to put up some family pictures or pieces of art. Whatever IT is that’s missing, you may feel something in the pit of your stomach that reveals itself and doesn’t go away until you’ve found the missing puzzle piece.
Well, that’s kind of what I feel like right now. I love blogging and have developed a safe haven where I can freely express myself, on my own terms. However, lately I’ve felt like something has been missing from my “home” and it has kept me from actually writing a blog post for almost a month. I’ve gone weeks without putting my thoughts on screen and it’s all because I don’t want to write bullshit.
So much has been happening around the world. We have a fraternity that was caught on tape, singing about hanging niggers from a tree. President Obama made history by celebrating the 50th anniversary of the march in Selma. Stars are coming “out” on the The Ellen DeGeneres Show. Black actors and actresses are finally getting leading roles on prime-time television. Some big things are happening and I still don’t have anything to write about. Why? Because the rest of the world is writing about the same damn thing. I love talking about pop culture and to tell you the truth, it brings in many readers. But, I want something much greater than the next Necolebitchie.com. I want to really make a difference. I want to become the best writer that I can be and not for all of you, but for me.
I’m in the midst of a season of change and I’m embracing it. I have shared all of my ups and downs, my epiphanies, my ideas, my everything on Danithedreamgirl.com and I will continue to do so. No matter what comes of my site, just know that I don’t want to just feed all of YOU the same old crap that you see on every other blog site. I want my ish to mean something. Ahhhhh, now that I’ve gotten all of that off of my chest, I can breathe again.