I have a bit of a confession to make: I really hate my blog (at the moment).
I hate the way it looks, the way my photos look, the way I write and the things I write about. I’m even starting to resent anything to do with nettles or blackberries. I’m in one of the most awful blogging ruts I’ve ever experienced.
Now, a lot of people say that they face these kind of ruts because they forget why they started their blog, or they try to focus too much on pleasing their readers rather than writing for themselves. I’ll be honest, I don’t have that problem.
I started writing my blog because I was bored. I was bored and slightly trapped in my bedroom at uni with very little to relax me. My blog helped me out and gave me something to focus my thoughts on.
I’m obviously not there anymore. In fact, I’m pretty all over the place.
My blog bores me. My content especially bores me. I just write it out and click schedule and there’s no excitement or rush anymore. Its just another average photo diary from some place in Paris, or a little review of a random bit of makeup that really I know nothing about.
My issue is that I don’t really even know what it is I want to write about instead.
My life has been all over the place these last few weeks/months. I moved to Paris, moved back home again, sorted out everything and anything to do with living in France, and then decided to once again, in January, move back to Paris. I am constantly tired and stressed and anxious. My blog is just one more thing that I feel compelled to do because of some kind of obligation.
At the moment, I don’t know what to do.
Over the next few weeks I’ll be posting less. Just a few already scheduled travel pieces and the odd event post. Nothing special. Nothing forced.
While that churns away in the background I’m going to be sitting down, relaxing with a cup of tea, and sorting out which direction I need my blog to go in to make it worthwhile for me.
After all, my blog is mine.0