Today marks one year of me writing a post every single day.
Some days I’ve come close to missing, but I’ve made it.
365 posts. 1 year. Every day.
Keeping a daily blog is a lot of work. I’ve been asking myself the last couple of days if I want to continue after I crossed this mark. My answer is that I still don’t know. Part of me wants to know how long I can go. Another part wants me to use the time for something else. But if I did that, could I continue to at least put in a consistent appearance here on my blog. My prior history says, “No, I’ll write when I feel like it.” That’s not something I want to do. I like being consistent. Which means another schedule and no excuses. But I know it’s so easy for me to dismiss it.
But daily is so — ugh! — daily. I often wonder if I have a completely boring life. (Yes, I do but that’s because I like giving my life to my creativity, my family, and my pets so it’s a choice I’ve made.) I figure some readers come here to see how my painting is going and if I have new work. Some readers are here to learn about my books. Some people may even be interested in the way my life progresses into my creativity or maybe even my mental health behind it all. Some may come looking for hope or solutions. (There’s nothing like doing a Google search for something and finding your own blog coming up. True story. I was so glad I’d dealt with my own issues and just needed a reminder of what I’d learned previously. And that was before I’d started blogging daily.)
So, I’m still thinking. I’ll probably show up here tomorrow. It’s habit now and I would hate to break that.