Skip to Content

The Act of Blogging, or In This Case, The Lack of Blogging

The thing about blogging, and then not blogging for a while is that, when you want to come back to the blog, you feel like you need to explain why you haven’t been updating.

You see the thing is, sometimes I think I know too much. Back when I started this blog… there weren’t really any rules for blogging. You just sort of started an online diary and chronicled your adventures however–and whenever you wanted.

But now, now it’s different. There are pages and pages of the internet all about how to construct the perfect blog post, build your readership, and even the best times to blog.

I mean seriously, there are certain TIMES you should post your blog.

You see what I mean about too much? That much pressure for something I started back in ’05 with little or no plans to make it into anything. I’m always reading that you should take time to make your blog about something– find a topic and write about that.

But I don’t have a topic… I mean… unless you count me.

Can I be a topic? That’s a little narcissistic, don’t you think?

So, I started thinking about it, and I realized something… I am thinking too much. I spent a lot of 2011 thinking too much. The only times 2011 rocked? When I actually didn’t think.

So, from now on– I’m going to update what I want, when I want. I’m throwing the rules out the window. If I want to write an 8,000 word essay on my new favorite color of nail polish (how freakin’ cute is that color, btw?) then guess what? I am going for it!

If this means I lose readers, I am okay with that. If this means I gain readers? Well, then maybe I will prove all those experts wrong, eh?

Either way… I started this blog because I wanted to have a little outlet for all things me. And in 2012, I am bringing it back to the roots*.

If you want to join me, I’d love to have you. But if you don’t… I understand. It’s hard to break the rules!

*Every time I say or think the word Roots, all I can think about is my Junior History teacher, and how instead of actually teaching us anything, we just watched it OVER AND OVER AGAIN.




I have the cutest kid ever.
The Part Where I Sound Like a Nike Commercial