I have to say that I do enjoy writing here on my blog again. There’s something very cathartic about it – as long as I stop thinking about what I’m writing…lol.
There was a time not so long ago when I felt a very real pressure to write a particular ‘type’ of blog and that pressure came hand in hand with gaining more views on my blog – the more views I got, the more of those types of blogs I had to write. I felt that I had a certain reputation to hold up (as silly as that may sound and completely caused by spending too much time in my head) and because I’d started this as a ‘slave blog’ unless I was writing about slavey stuff , I’d be disappointing people.
All in all, my blog started to become a huge unruly beast that I was starting to feel ‘unworthy’ of.
So when I became busy, it seemed like the perfect excuse to quietly walk away from it all. Except every so often I’d have something that I just needed to tell somebody. My go to ‘person’ had always been my blog, so I had to restrain myself from getting itchy typing hands and just file away the words somewhere inside.
But then a couple of weeks back I reached some sort of an epiphany and had the startling thought that I didn’t need to prove anything to anyone and it was okay just to write about whatever the hell I wanted to write about – be it random Star Wars fanboy chopstick shit or the fact that I still regularly have a good cry over the loss of our poodle pup.
I figure it’s better getting all that shit off my chest here than paying someone $100/hr to do exactly the same thing. Blogging really is cheap counselling. You’ve just got to watch those vitriolic comments every now and then that make you want to hurt someone or open up a vein or two.
So in summary, I’ll just be writing about whatever the hell takes my fancy. Yay for me.