Daring Daughterhood

I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. Why did I actually start blogging in the first place? Because it definitely wasn’t for free stuff. It wasn’t for fame. And it wasn’t for money. It was just… somewhere to put things. A place to share my thoughts, my stories, my experiences, without overthinking it too much. My own little corner of the internet. I actually started my first blog way back in 2015. And for a while, it did really well. Better than I expected, if I’m honest. It felt like something I’d built, something that was mine, something I could just keep adding to whenever I needed to. And then… after Covid, it all went a bit wrong. I got hacked. And not just a small “oh that’s annoying” kind of hacked. It completely changed. Turned into some random selling page for a Thailand shipping company, which was as confusing as it sounds. Years of work, just gone. Which, at the time, felt like a lot. Enough to stop. Enough to leave it. And for a while, I did. But then, on the 2nd June...