I am the first to admit that I am the worst blogger in the history of blogging. My inconsistency is gross, my inspiration is lacking, and my dedication is questionable. But I still can’t let go.
I was having a discussion with my husband recently and I said to him that words are the way to my heart. Obviously actions are important but there is just something so great about expressing feelings and thoughts through words. I just love words okay. Which was always the reason for starting my blog.
But then I started dedicating more time to Instagram which became my number one love. It still is in a way. But I feel as though my intentions with my space are clearer than ever. And with them being so clear I don’t know if Instagram should be my only focus because “influencer” is not the goal anymore. Numbers aren’t what matter. What this is all about is me, the annoying niggle in every part of my body that wants to constantly help others and my need to share my thoughts/word vomit all the time.
Right now, I don’t know how often I will write but I am hoping to get my blog groove back and get back into my space and drown out the outside noise and the bad habits you pick up along the way such as chasing all the things that don’t mean that much in the life I am trying to build for myself.
I really do miss the old days of blogging. When I first started reading blogs. It was so genuine, it was a space where people could really express themselves and perfection/curation was not even a box that needed to be ticked. It was just wherever words took you. I want to blog like that. So, to blog.