I've been thinking and pondering and cogitating on this dusty old blog. You know it's five years old? That seems ancient in blog years. Heck, I've had this sucker longer than I've had my husband. That's a long commitment to a blog if you ask me. And yet I'm still thinking on it.
I've been waiting for the right inspirational story to write, the right comedic relief moment to share, and mostly I've been waiting for a chance to write. I miss it--miss the clicking of my keys while I watch the words trickling across my page. I miss the editing moments that makes me lean back in my chair; I'll sit contemplating the text while I twirl my hair in my ponytail just long enough for the right thought to hit me so hard it propels me into the screen in a frantic frenzy of typing. And instead of doing all this, I've been thinking.
Which apparently is not what you want to do in the blogging world. If you want to blog, you do it. How simple...and yet, here I sit still thinking. Well, what is my blog? What is it's purpose? I know I want it to be something, but what? What will people want to read? Why will they want to read my blog? Should I change my handle? What should it be instead? A blog about dancing or a blog about me? Or should it be something all together different? Why is this so hard? Why can't I just write? These are the questions that make me think so much.
Deep in my heart I'd like this little blog to be what I consider a success and that means steady readers, followers, and in my wildest dreams, a book deal. Because if you were to ask me today what a fun job would be, I'd say blogging. I think writing about what you know, posting pictures of projects, and sharing little life moments is pretty awesome. I adore reading so many blogs because they give me something that I need or am missing in my life; a reminder of gratitude, a to-do on just about anything, or a good afternoon laugh. I think life can be portrayed so beautifully through words and pictures, and even if the moments are not always the best, there's always something good to be found.
I love my job and I have aspirations for myself--some of which I'm still figuring out, That's kind of the beauty behind being a grown up; there are so many more options than you could possibly imagine. Even so, I still love my little blog. I think about it often and miss it when I'm not on it. I daydream about what it could be or might become. Now that things have slowed down a bit *ha ha* I guess my thoughts are turning to it more and more and it's made me realize that I really need to stop thinking about it all together.
You heard me, I need to stop thinking about my little blog. I do. I need to stop thinking and start doing. It's the only want to even begin making headway with my little blogging dreams. So there you go. Problem solved, self.
But I know all too well I won't stop thinking. I can at least start doing more and work through my burning questions as I go. Might not be the most riveting post I've written so far. I am, however, hoping it'll be the shot in the arm, the pep talk to get me back at the keyboard again.