I’ve being doing it for a bit more than 7 (wow… seven) years and doing it has become a good part of who I am.

I am a blogger and in a way that defines who I am in the same way that it defines WHAT I am. Yes… of course the reasons I used to have for blogging and the ones I have today have nothing to do one with the other.

When I started I intended my blog to be a space where I could simply throw everything that dared to cross my mind… a place where I could get rid of the things that were killing me inside. And tell the world of my new discoveries and adventures in the old world (which was totally new to me. I had just moved to the UK).

I didn’t care what or how a wrote and I didn’t care about the grammar mistakes (still don;t really… I rarrely review what I write before I publish). I was confused and was in search for answers, even if I was to find them in myself later. And still somehow I had the gift of faith, and all I did, every movement I took I took IN faith.

Then I met Vic… through HER blog. And then you can imagine what I would spend my time writing about. Well that and my new old world. That is until we moved in together because we didn’t have internet in our flat in Fratton.

We got married and moved to Brazil and everything I wrote then was filled with hopes for the new beginning, projects and my 200million plans to rule the world. I wrote about leaving the company I had worked for the past 4 years to open a beach bar with a friend and 2 other people we knew and how that was honestly a huge mistake (I don’t remember exactly how it ended but it ended in disaster… and in my losing touch with a friend I had since we were little kids).

We didn’t have enough money after that to have internet in our ant-infested flat, but whenever possible we would go to our local Internet cafe to catch up with the world and from there I have blogged  the happiness of having my first child and our bold move from Brasilia To Sao Paulo where I would go back to work with my dad in his Building & Plaster decoration company. I didn’t blog much from our tiny room in the back of dad’s shop. I was either too tired from a hard day at work or busy tending to TB and Vic who was then suffering from a severe Post Natal Depression.

We returned to the UK and my posts went back to be more frequent. By then most of my posts were about job hunting and how I was to “High Profile” for most of the jobs I’ve applied for. I blogged about our (my) day to day personal challenges living at my in-laws and then at my mum’s and dealing with PND and a newborn baby.

Time went by and we moved into our first flat in London (a split floor in Elephant & Castle at the famous Metro Central Heights) I went to work for Brazilian News (I was a MKT account manager but also wrote a Geek Culture / tecnology column). I’ve blogged the London Bombings, and photographed the aftermath and that opened doors for a new column covering the night life of the Brazilian Community in London which also became a website in which I’ve again applied my blogger skills. And the pictures in this website opened doors for me to become a professional photographer.

I’ve bloged my decision to leave Express Media and become a freelance Photographer / Designer and when my Tech Column moved to Agora Magazine.

In one of my posts you will probably find the sudden realization that I am a SAHD… or a SAHWAHD really… and the rise and fall of the MetaNoia Cafe.

Being a blogger has defined who I am for the best part of a decade through ups and downs.

I’ve been considering the idea of quitting (like I’ve sonsidered so many times… hehehe)… Twitter and VLogging are so more practical than taking your time to write a whole blog post. The magic of micro-blogging…

But can I bring myself to end the one constant thing in my life??? I Think not…

I am an Open book.

How about you? How long have you been blogging for? How does it relate with who you are?

zya!