What happened?

I didn’t mean to stop blogging… it just sort of happened.

Last April, I decided I was going to get back into it properly. I started doing monthly roundups because it felt like an easy win, low effort, no pressure and just a way to ease back in.

I managed two months in a total (April & May) then… nothing. I didn't miss a month here and there. Just completely dropped it for over a year.

It wasn’t like I made a decision to stop. I just kept putting it off. Every evening I’d think, “I should probably write something tonight,” and then suddenly it was 9pm, I was tired, and sitting down to write felt like the last thing I wanted to do.

Because realistically, evenings are the only time I can do it. And by that point the kids are in bed, the house is finally quiet… and I’ve got about 5% energy left. Which, turns out, is not ideal for trying to be creative or write anything.

The other problem was I never really knew what to write about. I’d open a blank page, sit there for a bit, maybe type a sentence, delete it, check my phone, and then give up. Repeat that a few times and you start to associate blogging with “staring at a screen and getting nowhere,” which is a great way to avoid it entirely.

I think at some point it also turned into one of those things I felt like I should be doing. Like, “I used to blog, I should get back into it,” instead of actually wanting to sit down and write, and that’s usually where it falls apart.

But the annoying thing is… I never really stopped wanting to blog. I just made it feel way harder than it needed to be. So this is me trying again. No proper plan, no strict “I’m posting every week” promise that I’ll probably break. Just writing something when I can, even if it’s short and a bit rough.

I think that’s what I got wrong before. I was waiting until I had a decent idea, enough time, enough energy and basically the “perfect” moment to write.

Which, with kids and normal life going on, doesn’t really exist, so this time I’m lowering the bar. If I’ve got 15 minutes, I’ll write something. If it’s a bit messy, that’s fine. If it’s short, even better.

Worst case, it’s something. Best case, I actually get back into the habit again.

Either way… it’s a start.

Till next time