So I Started a Blog… Because Therapy Was Too Expensive
- Tina's Blossom Life
- Jun 11
- 3 min read
I will start by saying:
No, I don’t know what I’m doing.
Yes, I’m doing it anyway.
And no, I haven’t told my family because explaining what a blog is to them would take longer than actually writing one.
Class Clown Turned Keyboard Clown
I’ve been that person my whole life — the class clown. The goofball. The one who made weird noises in class, impersonated teachers, and probably spent more time in detention than doing math homework.
At home? I was the dancing distraction, the living-room jester, the relief from life's chaos. I didn’t know it then, but I had unknowingly taken on the role of Chief Vibes Officer in a household that really needed some levity.
Don’t worry, this isn’t about childhood trauma (although, shoutout to my inner child — she’s still doing interpretive dance in the kitchen in mismatched socks). This is about how that comedic coping mechanism somehow became my whole personality.
“You Should Do Something With Your Humor!”
People have always told me,“You should do stand-up!”“You should be on TV!”“You should do something with your humor!”
And to all those people I say: No. Because stress is my middle name.
Sure, meet me in real life and I seem confident — borderline flirty, loud laugh, and funny dancing. But try asking me to record a 15-second Instagram Story and watch me spiral into full-on existential dread because my voice suddenly sounds like a goat on helium.
So what do you do when you're funny but also scared of being perceived?
You start a blog, obviously.
Because on the internet, I can be hilarious while wearing pajama pants and not blinking for three hours. Win-win.
Blogging: Where Confused Millennials Go To Dream
As a millennial from a post-communist country, I was raised to:
Work hard.
Be grateful for anything, even if it’s a potato.
Never start a business because what if you fail and the neighbors find out?
So, naturally, trying to build something of my own feels like I’m attempting to defuse a bomb using a spoon, a childhood trauma, and a Google search for "how to blog for funny sad girls with good hair and mild panic attacks."
Yet here I am. Writing. Because even if I don’t know how to turn this into a career, or a brand, or a wild success story, I know one thing for sure:
I love making people laugh.
Even strangers. Especially strangers. Strangers don’t know how weird I was in 2012.
Blogging for the First Time Be Like…
Starting this blog was a bit like deciding to climb Everest, but realizing I’ve brought flip-flops and a granola bar.
I had to:
Figure out what “hosting” means (spoiler: not a dinner party).
Design a website without throwing my laptop out the window.
Decide on a font that screams funny but also emotionally deep and kind of mysterious.
And now? I write. Sometimes with purpose. Sometimes with chaos. But always with that same little voice in my head whispering, “Maybe someone needs a laugh today. Maybe you’ll be that laugh.”
I got a message back from Tracey who was reading one of my blogs while tending to the pony and Gonzo looked at her funny as she burst out laughing right in his horse face. And to top it off she can't even walk into a public toilet without remembering one of my previous blogs.
You, Me, and This Weird Little Blog
So, dear reader (hi Mrs. Lovell, if you’ve figured out how to click the link), welcome.
This blog is for:
The class clowns turned anxious adults.
The strong ones who cracked jokes to survive.
The millennials trying to chase their dreams in between burnout naps and YouTube tutorials.
Anyone who’s ever heard “you’re so funny, do something with that” and replied “maybe… but not today.”
Well, guess what? Today is the day.
And if you're here, reading this, then maybe you're a little like me — a little messy, a little hilarious, a little confused about how taxes work. Perfect. We’re going to get along just fine.
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