This post is starting with me just saying to myself “let’s just write… and see what happens”
So I’m writing.
It’s been a long time since I posted, I could say life has gotten in the way but in truth, I didn’t want to post and I’ve enjoyed not having that pressure on myself. I gave myself that pressure pretty quickly, start a blog, it’ll be great. Do 2 posts a week, Instagram, Pinterest and you’ll be successful. Look at blog tutorials and learn the ropes, the secrets to success. You must post so often, so many words, so many types of images or no-one will care. And who wants to just blog for themselves? What’s the point if no-ones reading?
What’s the point if no-ones reading?
And that’s what’s hitting home at the moment. Because if you put all that effort in for the wrong reasons, if nobody reads it you’ve gained nothing and you’ve lost so much time and effort. By setting myself a blogging schedule, days to write, days to post they just become routine. Throwaway. Pointless. Because most of the time, I have nothing to blog about, nothing to say. So if that’s the case, I shouldn’t be posting.
By writing when I do have something to say it means something, it has passion behind it. And what I discovered was: when I was posting twice a week with nothing to say, I never had the time to find something to say. I was always playing catch-up; keeping on top of social media, pinning, Instagramming, trying to put fake meaning into everything.
So what’s the point if no-ones reading?
It’s time to make a point, for if no-ones reading. I don’t get time to craft new projects every week. I barely crochet at the moment. The DIY around the house has come to a standstill. And right now, I’m just living. My life is mundane. Boring. Nothing wrong with that. And when I do have a project, or I feel myself get fired up about something. I’ll be right here! Fire under my fingertips.
Writing for myself.