7-day streak

With this post, I will have published blog posts seven days in a row. I went through a dry spell where I barely published at all, and now, I’ve published every day for a week. I’m not sure what happened.

Actually, that’s not true. I know what happened. I stopped caring about whether what I wrote was worth publishing. I recently told a friend that I was bummed that I hadn’t been blogging lately. I like blogging; writing publicly brings me joy. It’s more satisfying than rambling in my journal. My friend asked what was stopping me from publishing. And my answer was the eternal, “I don’t have anything interesting to say.”

In other words, the “Who cares?” question. Who cares if my daughter and I made a boba run, or that I refreshed my office? “Who cares?” is an easy question to get blocked by. If you’re putting something out in the world, it’s a valid question to ask. And it’s a great question to get me overthinking and to determine, “Nobody cares,” and therefore not post.

But the thing is, that’s not true. I enjoy reading others’ random life outtakes. Especially if they’re well-written, and even better if they’re funny.

So I started writing for my blog again. About random junk that may or may not be interesting. I’m just not going to think about the question of interest or import, because if I do, I’ll stop writing again.

Thank you for the chat and the nudge, Zuck ♥️.