I think it's fair to say I've lost my blogging mojo of late.
A few reasons: time, stuff to say, leading a seemingly uneventful life, and being happy. I have to work on being able to write more when I'm happy; to have to choose between happiness and writing just sucks.
Most of all, though, I have no idea where I'm going with this. I've played around, with some interesting results: posts telling you how to do things make me feel like a loser, and posts saying 'we did this today' bore me when I write them. I wanted to start a travel blog but I feel like a bragger instead of offering something useful. (I think with that I just need to sit on it and think about what I want it to be before I send it out into the worldwide wilderness.)
Also, some of those things are okay to write about elsewhere. I can offer advice on other websites, talk about travel for a magazine, but here - they just feel a bit weird. Maybe I'm too precious about this little space of mine? Maybe that's a smart thing, maybe not. Whatever.
Another feeling I have is that it should be a bit depressing here. I talked through a lot of stuff here last year, and I know that people appreciated my honesty. Now that things are good, I feel like people might think I'm being fake - but really, I do walk around with a smile most of the time these days. (See? Happy writing sounds suspicious. And boring.)
One thing's for sure: I'm happiest here when I just spill. Tell the stories from my day that are swirling around my head. Happy, sad or in between.
I think I need to try and rescue this place. There's an image in my head of people jumping over sharks* and I don't want that to be the case. The story doesn't end here. Surely?
* 'Jump the shark' means something has turned to crap. Click here if you don't get it!