I’ve been blogging since July of 2009 and have covered an array of topics. When I began this journey I had thoughts pouring out of my overwrought mind. Every situation afforded a blogging opportunity and I ran with it. I felt inspired by my life, obligated to release the floodgates of thoughts building up in my mind like a poorly played game of Tetris and I felt excited to share my random musings with whoever might be interested.
This bloggingfervor lasted for months where I averaged five weekly posts ranging from rants at a declining human nature triggered by grocery store lines to questioning my own life decision-making skills when I gave the flip-flop to employment. (I’m still trying to figure this one out folks. I traded in Working Girl for Mr. Mom andmorning lattes for sippy cups of milk. And, I don’t even get paid for it. Someone needs to work on that.)
Somewhere along the way I lost a little bit of my fervor (and my mind,but that’s an entirely different post). I had been developing blog posts just for the sake of meeting my own self-proclaimed deadline, this irrational fear of slowing down my posting driving my ambition. And, while I always enjoyed the finished result, the process was getting very stressful. I’m pretty sure that blogging itself is supposed to be cathartic, not pimple-inducing.
Yet, I kept plugging along, posting frequently while developing an unhealthy relationship with Clearasil and Stridex pads.
Butthen life got a little busier and I (gasp!) missed a day.
Oh, boy howdy.
Once I recovered from my mild panic attack at what I considered a slight failure, I realized that the world was not going to stop turning and that, undoubtedly, my loyal readers would not feel as ifa part of them was missing without their daily dose of my kind of crazy. And I felt better.
It’s as if all I needed was to take a day off, effectively giving myself permission to cut back on my own expectations. I took the plunge into inconsistency and haven’t looked back.
Now, you need to understand that it’s against my very nature to not strive for consistency so this particular mode of blogging is a little bohemian. I feel a little wild and crazy. (I know…that’s very sad and slightly pathetic.)
My goal is to one day (hopefully soon) get back to more frequent posting, as I miss that Christmas morning-like anticipation at opening up my blog to see if anyone’seven reading the thing. (By the way, thank you for that.)
But, I also plan on totally embracing my ‘flakier’ side and allowing myself the break when I need it. I did not begin my blog due to a deep desire for additinal stress and mind-numbing anxiety. No, I had kids for that.
I blog for release. I blog for humor. I blog for fun. And whether that works out to five days a week or one, the purpose remains the same.
You. Complete. Me. (Sorry, I couldn’t resist the melodramaticism. I was beginning to sound like the voice over for a bad Lifetime movie-of-the-week.)