Isn’t it funny how you can go from being obsessed with something, to completely forget its existence? At least this is what it’s been like for me with this blog for the past couple of weeks. I have completely forgotten its existence.
Well, almost. I guess I have been feeling kinda bad for not writing. “Fortunately” it’s been easy to shake off the feeling of guilt, considering my rather insignificant (sorry, Mom and Dad) group of followers..
To tell you the truth, this whole blogging thing is pretty difficult for me. It’s not just something I happily and easily sit down and do. It takes time, requires inspiration and thinking (ugh).
Work has been extra challenging lately, leaving me in a baked potato state at the end of the day. So, instead of blogging, I have retreated to some easy activities in my freetime. You know: watching an embarrassing amount of Grey’s Anatomy, consuming easily read books, and tidying my apartment.
Although these activities kill tired hours and provide a sense of accomplishment*, they often leave me feeling depressed at the end of the day. I hate wasting good time (although I do appreciate all the good memories I have with Meredith Grey).
Blogging, on the other hand, leaves me with a satisfying feeling of legitimate achievement. Especially when I see the final post published online. Not only does blogging challenge me, it also matures my mind, makes me grow, and sparks joy.
The concept of sparking joy is something I came over in one of my easy-read books: The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up by Marie Kondo. Although quickly read, the concepts in this book had a transformative impact on the way I consider and think about tidying. HOW?? you ask? Well, if you will allow me to ease back into the world of blogging, I will tell you all about it in my next post.
And if you can’t wait, well, then read Marie Kondo’s book. It shouldn’t take you long – however, the subsequent tidying might!
* How does Grey’s anatomy provide a sense of accomplishment, you might think? Well, I don’t mean to brag, but I have actually managed to complete the entire show – all 14 seasons, from start to finish. It took me about a year, and I really do feel like I should get a medal, or at least a certificate that I can hang on the wall in my study among my fancy university diplomas… Not that I have a study… Or fancy university diplomas… But you (and hopefully Shonda Rhimes) get the picture.