I’m struggling a bit with the blog at the moment. I’m not sure what exactly is the problem, but I just don’t seem to have any real idea what I want to write on the schedule I had set for myself—weekly—which means I have for the past two weeks just ended up not writing, which feels bad.
It feels a bit strange, since it’s not really a case of motivation—I keep thinking about wanting to write and potential things I could write—I just don’t know what I actually do want to write. I have some ideas floating in my drafts folder, but they all feel either too big or too small or simply too unripe.
This has had me thinking if I just end up formally giving up on the idea of regular posts on the blog and going back to posting and writing more sporadically. At the same time, as noted, I do still keep thinking about writing and it is still something I want to do, and there is a certain level of fear of this change then relegating writing to something I barely end up doing because I keep simply forgetting to do so if it isn’t regular enough.
At the moment, I am then faced with a dilemma: keep pushing through and trying to write, or just decide enough is enough and wind down my efforts a bit. I’m not quite sure what I’ll end up doing, but maybe what I have been doing unintentionally is the proper approach to the situation: keep thinking about ideas and writing on the regular schedule as before, but be kind to myself and accepting of not perhaps being able to actually do the writing on a weekly basis. This would both keep it as something I’m actively working on in my memory as well as like right now, afford me opportunities to almost spontaneously decide to write something, while still reducing the pressure and guilt of not doing so.
Writing the above, once again reminded me of why it is that I want to keep writing so much: it’s just such a great way to process things, because writing something down forces me to actually think about what I am writing.
This is something that has been gnawing on me for the past couple of weeks due to having missed those deadlines, and in writing this I’m forced to actually confront those feelings and to put them into perspective. It’s not a new revelation for me, but sometimes I do need the reminder.
It also feels interesting to note that even prior to having written this, I feel like I was handling the situation better from an emotional perspective than I would have before, in being more forgiving to myself of the mistakes I have made, which means that while it might at times feel like I keep on going in circles with the things I write and think about, there is also learning and improving happening at the same time.
I probably really should reconsider the whole diary thing, shouldn’t I?