So I haven’t been blogging as much lately.
Sometimes, I can’t seem to push the publish button. I’m too hard on myself. In some ways, I expect perfection even though nothing will ever be perfect, especially these short, informal, personal blog posts.
My creativity has left me these days. I realize I’m not operating on an optimal level because I don’t get enough sleep.
I hope this phase ends sooner rather than later. I don’t know how other bloggers do it. I have no idea how I’ve managed for the past five years.
I’m not giving up, but going forward, I’ll be blogging less.
As much as I want to make all my hobbies a priority, this blog isn’t the biggest one right now.
I’m coming to terms with the fact I can’t do everything, but I can do a few things well.
Blogging is not easy. It’s hard. And life happens. That said, I’ll try to enjoy the process and embrace the challenges.
I love writing.
(Can you please love me back?)
But it takes so long. I always underestimate how much time I need to write something. And more so when I have to edit anything.
Sometimes I think it’s just me. I need to find that perfect word. That sentence has to be just right. I’m seeking that ideal ending.
I’m such a peculiar perfectionist when it comes to writing. Less so blogging. For many, hopefully obvious reasons.
I guess the more you love something, the more you want everything about it to be perfect. Perfect in your head, in your heart. Perfect to you. Because who cares if it’s not perfect to someone else?
Perfectionism. At least in regards to writing.
Pride. Or lack thereof.
Pens. I don’t think I need to elaborate on this one.
P.S. it’s mostly the latter.
I need to stop being a perfectionist.
Perfecting projects is a serious time-consumer, mood-killer, and joy-sucker.
Although I’m still in high school, if you asked me what I would have done differently as a teenager, hands down I would say:
I WISH I STOPPED TRYING TO MAKE EVERYTHING PERFECT.