When I signed up for this thing, I knew it would be hard. If have to take time every day to write something to post. I made a giant list of ideas of all of the things I could write about. I scheduled time each evening to write. I told Matt about my goal so he could provide me support.
But, still, I failed. I didn’t write a thing yesterday for the blog. I took some photos and had this great idea of walking you through my Saturday. Boring, perhaps, but it was something.
Then I realized what I was doing. Yes, I love to write and I liked the challenge of having to come up with something I was comfortable sharing here daily. But I wasn’t as much a part of my life because of it. It wasn’t the time but the mental attention I had to give it. I couldn’t get it off my mind when I was supposed to be giving Matt or Squirms or other people my attention. I was so tuned in to finding writing topics, things just slipped me by.
It was particularly bad early this week. I knew Matt and Squirms would be out of town later in the week and I treated them like normal days. They didn’t need all of my attention all the time, it was just two days away, but I didn’t give them any extra hugs or tell Squirms I was just going away for a little while. I was beyond excited to have that time, all that extra time between work and sleep to write and take photos and have great blog posts.
I blog because I want to record what goes on in my life and you have to actually live your life if you want to have something to record. And you can’t do that if you focus so much in having to produce something daily. Or, at least, I can’t. This, then, is likely to be my last NaBloPoMo attempt. But, don’t worry, I have no plans for radio silence, either.