[dropcap]I[/dropcap]t’s 11pm. I’m sitting in bed with Ollie, watching Parks and Rec, and doing a little bit of blogging. This little bit of blogging, to be precise. It’s the second blog post I’ve written this afternoon/evening and that feels a little nice. It’s the second blog post that I’ve written in about a month – shout out to the gods that are scheduling and content calendars.
I spent most of this afternoon sitting outside with my laptop and planner, trying to figure out what the hell I had to write about.
Like, I’ve just spent two-ish weeks hanging around Canada and I have no content? What’s that about?
Truth is, I don’t really know what I’d blog about. I hate writing ‘things to do in X’ posts because having been in each place for three days max., it feels a little weird to be giving people advice about them.
I also took very few photos. My instagram would probably beg to differ, but in terms of usable blog photos there are definitely less than I would like.
Also as great as the insta photos are (see above), I was never really making a huge effort for getting that perfect shot. It was more about just enjoying things. For example, look at my hair in that photo. Look at it. Flat as a pancake in some weird looking combover. Hooray!
If I’m honest, I really enjoyed not really thinking about blog stuff while I was there. It turned it into a proper holiday rather than a blogging trip, and that was awesome. Sure instagram kept me on my toes, but blog wise I just took a massive break. It was fabulous.
But it has left me feeling frustrated. I have to produce content again from nothing, instead of something. Sure I bought a load of makeup, and did a load of amazing things, but I dunno. I’m not really a beauty blogger and I don’t really have anything exciting to say.
And I’m really bored of writing blog posts about how I’m stressed, tired, or lacking in inspiration.