Why I decided to give Medium a try

I was unaware of Medium’s existence until about a week ago. As cliché as it sounds, I aspire to be a writer. I have my whole life. From personal entries to poetry and even travel writing, writing is my practice or what I like to call: my daily participation in the truth. Anyway, a friend told me about Medium and encouraged me to give it a try. I meditated on it for a couple of day, I researched the platform and was a little bit hesitant at first. I think I still am. I’m just not sure if this platform is going to receive what I’m trying to propose through my writing without having to change it in order to make it popular or trendy. After a couple of minutes staring at the sing up link, I did it and became a member. Immediately I shared two stories. Soon after that I began to regret it, to feel doubt, vulnerability.

Right there I concluded, this is a space for me to be more serious about my words and take my journal entries to the next level. As I took this step of becoming part of the Medium community, hoping to be read, wishing to be relatable to other minds and hearts, I felt lost because, now what? How do I start luring readers in? Who’s going to clap my work? Where do I start? How do I connect with everyone? Hello? Is anyone there?

So, here I am, sending this message in a bottle to the open sea. The funny thing is that I have been here for less than 24 hours. I wouldn’t say this is about being impatient, I feel it is a matter of just trying to understand what I have gotten myself into. As simple as that. I’ll continue to make my way around and fingers crossed find some clarity.