Lately, I’ve been feeling uninspired. I’m telling myself it’s just a phase. That I’m in a slump. But a part of me wonders if there’s more going on then just a weird funk.
I guess when you’ve been blogging for four years and trying to post every day, the novelty of it sort of wears off.
I don’t think I’ve seriously considered quitting at any point, even on bad days. I want this blog to work out more than most things. Maybe more than everything. But that doesn’t make things simpler or easier.
I’m also stubborn. Perhaps even a stubborn fool at times. I don’t want to take days off because I’m tired. Because I don’t feel like blogging.
Great, the electricity just went out, so I’m using the flashlight on my phone. This is not nearly as romantic as writing by candlelight.
I lost my train of thought. Where was I?
Some days I think more than others. Way to go, Herminia. Stating the obvious seems to be my strength and/or weakness. Depends how you look at it.
I have no clue what direction this blog will take or where I’ll end up, but I believe in myself. I like to think I believe in this blog. And I very much believe in all of you.
Perhaps there will come a day where I decide I need a break. Maybe. Maybe not. Time will tell.
It’s so hard for someone like me to accept that I don’t have all the answers.
I’m also still relying on the flashlight on my phone to see what I’m writing, and I miss real lighting more than I’ve ever missed anything.
I guess I’m coming to terms with the fact that things are always in flux. Everything is constantly changing. I am too.
It took a while for these words to be written. I hope it didn’t take too long for you to read them all.
Regardless, I’m still a writer at heart. The struggle, the time, the effort. It’s all worth it. Every sweet and bitter second.