I gave this post a misleading headline because it’s snappy and sounds good. If you clicked on this expecting to read some awesome post about how to blog in the modern world, you should probably stop reading because really, this will be a post about how I’m an incompetent blogger and should really just stop trying and go live under a rock somewhere and stop bothering everyone else with their big fancy “consistent” blogs with a “unifying theme”.
When I started this blog, this was me: “LALALA, I CAN WRITE BLOG POSTS, I WILL JUST WRITE A BUNCH OF BLOG POSTS AND THEN I WILL WRITE A BOOK AND THEN I WILL BECOME FANTASTICALLY RICH BEYOND ALL IMAGINATION.”
(A truth about me hidden by some earlier posts on this blog: I use capslock. Excessively. With no shame or regrets.)
I was in a good place emotionally, and health-wise, and I figured I would write inspirational posts about how to be awesome and not suck at life.
Unfortunately, some of those posts got a lot of attention. People were all, “OMG I LOVE YOUR BLOG.” You would think that would be a GOOD thing, but success tends to create a deer-in-the-headlights effect on me.
This is what my brain did: “People like this. Now is your chance to TAKE ALL THEIR MONEY. No. Now is your chance to WRITE SOMETHING BETTER. But we all know the truth, and that’s that you don’t really have anything to say, and they’re just being nice anyway, but they EXPECT AWESOME THINGS so the next thing you write better be the most AWE-INSPIRING PIECE OF WORDPLAY ANYONE HAS EVER LAID EYES ON.”
Oh, and then there was that time I decided to give the blog a theme and totally failed to ever write another post (except for the handful of posts that I wrote that had nothing to do with the theme).
Also, over the course of the next year or so, I settled into a nice downward spiral. Not anything awful, just not as ~*~inspiring~*~ as before. I gained weight, and felt I could never blog again since one of my most successful posts is about losing weight. I felt crummy, and figured I could never blog again since I’d previously written about feeling positive. I ate ice cream and potato chips every day for a week, and decided I could never blog again since I once wrote a post about vegetables. I stopped doing yoga, and feared writing about anything ever again because I had, in the past, written posts extolling the virtues of yoga.
Basically, I psyched myself out of blogging by giving myself too many rules. And then I did nothing (except for the brief moments when I did something).
But, as is usually the case with crap I dip my toe in and then abandon for whatever reason, I kept getting feedback. Months would go by without me posting a damn thing, and suddenly I’d get a comment on a post I made a year ago. Sometimes, it was someone who had randomly stumbled upon one of my posts and decided to voice their feelings about how lame they found it. But other times, it would be someone who had stumbled upon a post that really helped them.
Here is a thing I have found to be true: Even if I do nothing, stuff still happens. So if I did even the TINIEST SMIDGEN OF SOMETHING, more stuff might happen.
So I would like to possibly endeavor to do more with this blog. Starting with a new set of rules for what will happen in the future.
THE NEW RULES OF THIS BLOG
(which probably should have been the title of this post, but it isn’t as eye catching you see):
There is no schedule. Posts will happen whenever I damn feel like it. Which may mean that, even after this sweeping declaration of intent, I may not post anything for another four months.
Posts do not have to be inspiring. They can be a picture of my cat if that’s what is in my heart at the moment. If they end up inspirational as a by-product of stupidity, fantastic.
The theme is there is no theme. If I want to write about the healing powers of avocados one day and why I think Barney and Robin from How I Met Your Mother need to be together forever the next, that’s okay.
That’s about it. See you in four months.