MIC CHECK… 1… 2…
So apparently I have a website now.
Like a real one.
With pages.
And buttons.
And things people can actually click.
Which is wild because for the longest time all this stuff just lived in my head.
Very expensive real estate up there too.
😭
And now that I finally put some of it outside my brain, I keep having this weird moment like…
Okay.
It’s here.
Now what?
Because in my imagination, once you finally make the thing, people just kinda… find it.
Right?
No?
That’s not how this works?
Cool.
Would’ve loved that information earlier.
Because I swear I keep checking like maybe I missed the part where the internet announces:
ATTENTION EVERYONE. SHE FINALLY DID IT.
😂
Meanwhile it’s just me, clicking around my own site like a customer.
Opening pages I literally made.
Reading stuff I literally wrote.
Like wow.
Great work, ma’am.
Five stars.
Would visit again.
And I know you’re not supposed to obsess over numbers and views and all that.
I know.
I KNOW.
But be serious.
You put something out and don’t check if anybody saw it?
Who are you?
A monk?
Because I’m checking.
Not every five minutes.
That would be ridiculous.
…
Anyway.
There’s something weird about creating when nobody is really watching yet.
Because part of you is like,
Good. No pressure. I can figure this out.
And the other part is like,
HELLO??? PRESSURE ME.
😭
Like I don’t need a million people.
But can somebody cough?
Move a chair?
Drop a pen?
Give me a little sign of life?
And then I have to remind myself…
This is literally the beginning.
Of course it’s quiet.
I think I’m so used to seeing people after they already built the thing that I forget there was probably a point where they were posting to twelve people too.
And one of those people was definitely their cousin.
That part never makes the highlight reel.
You just see the crowd.
You don’t see them standing in an empty room going,
Testing… testing…
And maybe that’s what this is.
The testing part.
Me figuring out what I wanna talk about.
What belongs here.
What doesn’t.
What I wanna make.
What I wanna keep for myself.
What makes me laugh.
What makes me uncomfortable.
What I’m willing to say out loud.
Because apparently opening the House also means people can actually come inside.
Minor detail.
😂
But I like it.
The quiet part.
Kinda.
Ask me again tomorrow.
For now, I’m just gonna keep talking.
Keep building.
Keep pressing buttons and praying I didn’t break anything.
And if you’re reading this…
hi.
That means at least one person heard me.
So.
Is this thing on?
…
Yeah.
I think it is. 🎙️🖤
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