Strug.You.Ling: The Brutally Honest Reality of Starting a Blog

 








Starting a blog sounds simple, right? You just write some stuff, slap on a few pictures, post it, and suddenly you're famous. Easy. Except… no. It’s actually a confusing, code-filled rabbit hole of nonsense that makes you question every decision you’ve ever made, especially the one where you thought, “Hey, blogging sounds fun.”


Here’s the raw, unfiltered truth about what it’s like to start a blog as a stay-at-home mom with opinions, sarcasm, a full house, and absolutely zero coding experience.


So why did I do this to myself?

Because I’m sarcastic, fast-witted, and apparently people laugh at what I say—as long as I don’t offend them first. As a stay-at-home mom with a brain full of commentary, I figured why not turn my personality into a blog? I knew it wouldn’t be a walk in the park… but I also didn’t expect to trip face-first into a wall of HTML and SEO.


The first tech tantrum: Google Analytics & the Code Abyss

Linking Google Analytics? Embedding HTML? Yeah, I know what those mean now—like, actually mean. Not just what the acronyms stand for. I’ve read the definitions, dug through tutorials, and still somehow found myself falling into a black hole of tech I never signed up for.


And here’s the kicker—I don’t even use a laptop. I’m doing this all from my Android phone. That’s right—50 tabs open, 20 apps running, my battery praying for mercy while I toggle between Blogger, Pinterest, Google, and Canva like I’m operating a spaceship from a 6-inch screen. If you’ve ever tried to drag and drop with your finger on a cracked screen, welcome to my world.









The “no one tells you this” moment

Everyone online talks about blogging like it’s a secret society. You read blogs about blogging to learn how to blog but can’t understand what they’re saying until you already know how to blog. It’s like trying to learn a language by listening to people speak it at lightning speed. Blogging is in blogger-code. If you know, you know. If you don’t… you’re Googling in circles until your brain quits.


The Canva meltdown

Before you come for me—yes, I know Canva is easy… after you’ve used it 15 times. That first attempt? It’s just you, a blank template, and pure chaos. A weird font. A lonely sticker. A vibe that screams “I have no idea what I’m doing.” But eventually—after enough trial, error, and internal screaming—your Pinterest-worthy magic starts to appear.



Warning: Blogging with children is hazardous to your thoughts

You finally sit down, idea in mind, ready to write something brilliant—and boom. A child starts talking. Not asking. Just talking. While you're in deep thought. While your brain is trying to form intelligent sentences. And somehow, mid-thought, you nod or grunt and they walk away saying, “Thanks!” Now you're left wondering… Did I just give them permission to watch TV or steal the car?



Final thoughts: It’s all Strug.You.Ling

The truth? Every step is a struggle until one day you wake up, open your browser (on your phone, of course), and feel like maybe—just maybe—you’re getting the hang of this. And then the next problem hits. But hey, at least now you’ve got a blog to scream about it on.

If I made you laugh, cringe, or question your entire existence—consider tossing a tip my way.

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