As I type this, it’s a Wednesday night and I really want a post to go live tomorrow, because my blog has lacked consistency recently – but more importantly – I miss blogging properly.
I’m wracking my brains whilst sitting in bed in my new Batman PJs listening to old school Blink 182, wishing that my creative spark would make a return soon. I’ve skimmed my feed of blogs I like to keep up with, and I’ve frantically flicked through my Dana Fox lifestyle blogging ideas book. But no. Nothing. Zilch. Nadda. Maybe I should just commit to some sort of hiatus until the ideas come flowing back.
All I can think of as an inkling of an idea is to talk frankly with you on how I want to be better, do better. I’ve felt a bit like I’m drowning in this need to consume content – whether it’s other blogs, the growing pile of comics on my bedside cabinet, and the expansive list of TV shows I want to watch on Netflix. First world problems, right?
But with that first world problem comes another one – the pressure to keep creating content, to feel validated in my self-titled role of “creator”. I feel like I’m failing on both counts.
Don’t worry guys, I know how ridiculous this all sounds but there’s something therapeutic about spilling the beans, y’know?
I want to do better at being creative – at finding time to have ideas and to embrace them. To scribble more, and create more. To stop being driven by what others are doing, or being blindsided by the sheer volume of things I want to read, watch and hear. To take a step back and be proud of what I could do creatively, if I only focused on it.
I want my blog to be something to be happy with again. Something I’ll always find time for because it’s an outlet for creativity, for sharing thoughts and ideas and goings on.
So, bear with me. I’ll get there. Even if it does mean things might remain a little quieter on here in the short term.