I haven’t posted to the blog for more than three months. I wish I could say that during this time away, I created a stockpile of posts ready to share with the world, but sadly, I did not. In fact, I’ve barely written anything at all since the end of May. There is much I’ve wanted to say, but I just haven’t had the right mind set to put the words to paper.
During my down time I’ve been doing a lot of soul searching. Trying to decide if it’s worthwhile to continue to pursue this blog. I’d like to say that the chaos of a global pandemic, followed by race protests, followed by a bitterly divisive election campaign is the reason I’ve been struggling. But if I’m honest with myself, my blog was already in decline long before all the madness started. My heart just hasn’t truly been in it.
I was pushing myself to write just one weekly post – Unlock the Muse – a post intended to offer inspiration and encouragement to other writers. In reality, I was in desperate need of that inspiration and encouragement myself.
Toward the end of 2019 I began forming ideas about what I hoped to accomplish in 2020. I dubbed it the “Year of Clear Vision.” I set for myself ambitious writing and reading goals and made a detailed plan of how I was going to accomplish them.
The year started out okay, but I should have realized a lot earlier how much pressure I’d put on myself. By the time March arrived and the reality of COVID-19 began to settle in, I knew I was in trouble. Or, my blog was at any rate. Still, I stubbornly persisted in pressing forward with my goals. I strove endlessly to remain upbeat and positive through increasingly discouraging reports.
Then George Floyd was killed, unleashing massive protests against racial injustice and police brutality. I wanted to speak out, to offer my support to this cause. But I couldn’t find the right words. My positivity had run out. I’d reached the bottom of the well and found I had nothing left to say.
Initially, I thought perhaps I’d just skip one week of posting. I’d take the week off and use the time to find the right words. The next week came and went, and still I didn’t know what I could say. What inspiration and encouragement could I find in the circumstances in which we found ourselves? As a white woman, all my own raging thoughts felt inadequate and wrong. It wasn’t my time to speak.
June soon gave way to July and then to August and I still could not find my voice. I knew by then that my little blog – if it was to continue – could not remain what it was. The world had changed too much. I had changed too much.
One thing has not changed. I still love words. And that is what my blog was initially created to celebrate. Words. My own as well as those of others. Over the past several weeks I’ve thought about what I have loved most about blogging.
Some of my favorite posts have been my responses to the occasional daily word prompts on Word Press. These posts were often personal in nature, frequently about my experiences as a mom of three boys. I had fun with these posts and really enjoyed sharing them.
I enjoy the reading challenges, and appreciate how they provide automatic ideas on what to write about. And it turns out, my book review posts are some of my best viewed. However, I soon fell behind on reading – and therefore reviewing – the books on my reading list. The blog started to feel like more work than I wanted it to be.
I love the freedom the blog allows me to write whatever is on my mind. I can share about the great book I just read, or I can offer a bit of wit or wisdom I’ve gleaned somewhere. And I have really enjoyed posting a weekly writing prompt and trying to use it to inspire my own writing.
What does all this mean for the future of my blog? I don’t quite know yet. But changes are coming. Dramatic changes. I still hope to primarily be a source of inspiration and encouragement. I want to share lighthearted posts, reviews of really great books, the whimsy of my children and yes, maybe a tough thought piece now and again.
I miss being here. I haven’t dropped off the face of the earth. I’ve been truly amazed at how many people continue to stop by even when I’m not updating the site. I’m hopeful I can turn this corner, but I’m not entirely there. Not yet. I haven’t yet found my new normal in this topsy turvy world.