(This picture has nothing to do with this post other than I did love writing all the stuff for Cookie Party, I think I’m pretty hysterical)
This blog used to only be writing. Like no pictures, no crafts, no parties, all writing. I’m a writer. I was a writer. And now I don’t write, unless I’m checking in or recapping or letting you know about something that is happening somewhere else, like YouTube, or IG. And I’m trying to not get down on myself for that (even though that’s my natural tendency) because I don’t know if you’ve noticed but it’s not like I’ve been sitting around twiddling my thumbs over here. Because I love doing so many things other than writing!
But sometimes I miss the writing. I miss the writing and not needing to post it to Instagram, and post to Facebook, and promote and make things accessible and user-friendly. I’d just write and sometimes people saw it. Sometimes they commented. There were no higher powers to please or numbers to maintain.
It all started so simple. It all started with the writing. And then it all grew. I wanted it to grow. I pushed it to grow. I kept DOING DOING DOING but somewhere in there I stopped writing, writing, writing.
And now if I write, and don’t cross-promote or any of that jazz, there’s no response, and I don’t think too many people see it. Google reader changed a lot of things. And that’s ok.
But I just wanted to come in and say I think I’m coming back. If any of you like to read.
I miss writing.
But then I think, I should be doing video, or I should be doing a podcast. Those grow, those do well. Or I SHOULD SHOULD SHOULD. Oh hell. Do you feel like that? So many shoulds.
I want to do it all. So so so badly I want to do everything. I love that about myself, I hate that about myself.
But writing is pretty easy.
I can do that.
So I’m just saying I might do it more. I’ve teased before. I’m a tease. But it’s a habit. Writing is a habit and I want it back. Because it’s a good habit that helps us make sense of things. I’ve been writing to help with anxiety lately. Writing out feelings and then ripping them up. It’s super helpful. Writing things for no one, not even yourself. It’s so helpful. What a funny thing right?
Try it. But you have to physically write, it’s something about the brain connection. So you can’t type. Physically write your feelings down, then rip them up so you can’t re-read them.
I love the ripping part.
Anyway. Hello. Hi. Hey hey hey.