Here I am at midnight sitting on my couch, bored. I worked 11 hours today and have been up since 5 a.m., and yet I'm bored. So much so, that I just found myself on Facebook scrolling back through old posts of mine. I got as far back as June and came across a post where I shared my latest blog post.
I can't believe it—I forgot that I had a blog.
After coming to this realization, I came to another realization soon after. Why did I even create this blog in the first place?
Well, I created it thinking that I was going to post to it every day or almost everyday, and that it would force me to keep up with my writing skills through practicing them in "diary" form, and that I would enjoy and look forward to writing about myself and my encounters so that others could read them. Boy was I off. Let's see, I've posted about eight times since I started the blog in April. My writing skills haven't progressed one bit. And I obviously don't look forward to writing the posts because I've neglected to do so for almost five months!
Phew.
So why am I writing this post now?
Guilt.
That's the only explanation I can think of right now. I set a goal for myself months ago, to create this blog and keep up with it and when I finally realized that I wasn't doing any of that, I felt guilty.
And apparently, I think this one post will make up for months of zero posts. We'll see.
I'd like to post more, but I don't feel like my life is all that interesting at the moment. I'll give it a try, and see where it takes me. Maybe I can make my life more interesting for the sake of my blog!
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