It’s been some time once more, I do know – however I shan’t apologise.
While I’d often begin the yr with weblog posts about gratitude and plans for the months forward, I don’t really feel I can launch into all that with out first reflecting on the previous few months, and the adjustments I’ve seen in my running a blog and writing habits.
I’ve been feeling extremely responsible about my lack of running a blog and ‘enterprise as typical’ writing during the last variety of months. I berated myself for letting it slide; for shedding my momentum, my drive, and my artistic considering, to not point out the arrogance to place my concepts on the market.
I miss being the girl who would churn out submit after submit, evaluation after evaluation, thought after thought; writing till the pads of her fingers felt numb towards the keyboard, evening after evening.
But I’ve come to grasp that it could be absurd for me to count on myself to create, write and share precisely as I used to, when a lot has modified.
My makes an attempt to maintain writing weblog posts all through the primary, second, after which third lockdowns of 2020 and early 2021 wore off. At the beginning, it was a manner of sustaining slightly normality and connecting with others whereas we remained aside.
As time moved on, my energies went elsewhere. Priorities shifted. We moved home. I began freelancing and dealing extra. I used to be too anxious about busy, indoor areas to commonly evaluation theatre productions. My psychological well being stumbled, a number of occasions. I began to spend extra time with a paintbrush than a pen. I centered on managing relationships with family members and making up for misplaced time. There was change; a lot change. And loss.
It’s no marvel that, with all this and extra, my writing waned. While I’ve been working with phrases in numerous methods, I simply had nothing a lot to share on right here.
As we method two years of pandemic life, I’m realising an increasing number of that it’s unrealistic to count on my writing habits to have remained unchanged on this time. I’m not the particular person I used to be in January 2020. Neither are you.
I’m unsure what this implies for this weblog for 2022. While I don’t in any manner plan on eliminating it, I do hope to shed the strain I placed on myself to replace it commonly and to a wonderful normal, simply as I did as a 29-year-old who had by no means heard of Covid (fortunate factor).
I hope this yr will carry extra motivation; extra writing for pleasure, extra concepts, and that acquainted urge to share an thought with you on these pages. I hope to lastly press publish on thought items, opinions, poems and extra, and share them proudly. I hope to jot down one thing with substance; one thing to make you snigger; one thing to spark an thought. Something imperfectly worthy of being on the market.
There could also be one other submit quickly; maybe one thing on gratitude for 2021, or objectives for 2022.
Or…there might not.
Maybe later this yr there could also be one other abstract, one other non-apology, one other rambling piece to atone for my absence.
Or…I could also be again once more subsequent week.
Either manner, I hope you could be there to learn no matter I provide you with subsequent!
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