I forgot about my everyday
Earlier this week I wrote about the loss of personal blogs, and how hard they’ve become to find. I mentioned how much I love reading about the everyday lives of others — just the mundane stuff.
And that’s when it clicked that I don’t even write about the mundane anymore.
Somewhere along the way, I started putting pressure on myself to make every post feel monumental. Super polished. Walk away, come back another day, edit it again until it’s “right”. It’s no wonder I slowly drifted away from blogging last year.
If I’m trying to teach myself to embrace imperfection, why wouldn’t that extend to my blog too?
Why can’t I write an everyday post (likely full of errors) that’s fun to write and hopefully fun to read?…
