It’s quite simple: I don’t know what to write about anymore. Indeed, I’ve put myself in this non-category of spewing my thoughts out. While I find it therapeutic, this blog doesn’t fulfill all the functions I want it to. I don’t post actual fiction writing on here which means the time I spend writing for this blog (which I don’t really have a lot of time for) is time that I could spend working on my book. I also love fashion and DIY projects, which I also cannot post here. And then there’s my love of travel. I can’t start a blog about travel considering I don’t travel nearly enough.
I Ain’t Quitting!
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t intend on quitting. After all, if I can’t manage this blog for more than a month or two, how am I possibly going to start and finish an entire book? I may cut back in order to allot more time to writing a book. However, I’m definitely going to be creating a secondary blog at some point. First I’d like to get a better handle on photography so I have visual content to publish. Everything on this blog is simply blocks of text. If you’re reading this, thank you for putting up with the lack of pictures.
See now I’m confused, do I invest time in learning photography or time into writing my book? There are too many things I want to do, and never enough time. Between this blog, my social life, and my coursework, I don’t have time to sleep. But I’m still going to go for the gold. I want to have it all.
But I still hate this blog. And I hate this post in particular because it’s rushed, sloppy, and lacks focus. I’m all over the place, but I guess that reflects my mental state. Thanks for listening to my rambling. How do you deal with trying to take on everything at once? Are you stuck, like me, never being content with anything that you’ve done or accomplished?
Before you comment on the lack of grammar and possible types: I couldn’t be bothered and that’s my only excuse.