My space for reflection and opinion has met its first autumn. My blog sprung to existence six months ago. It was budding with youth, opinions, polls and endless ideas. There were no expectations. It was my space, it was my place, until summer came…
It was hot. The moon decided to hide behind our blue planet. The lunar eclipse post was my summer solstice. The stats changed me… It wasn’t astronomical, but all the foreign attention felt warm and fuzzy. I wanted to bottle it, and pour it over me when I had cold, lonely days. I wanted it to last forever.
The warm and fuzzy stats sizzled out fast. I tried different topics: serious; funny; listicles; infographics; quote of the day; culinary skills; tech humour; design tips; kids; tattoos; I even got angry about the irrelevant. These posts looked like shadows compared to the shiny lunar post.
The leaves turned red, the posts grew less, and the fear of a cold blog-death consumed me. Nothing I did felt like it put me on the grid and blog-killing excuses came easy: “I’m not a writer, I am a designer and my graphic posts have not been earth shattering” / “I don’t have time” / “I’m doing this for the wrong reason – stats should be irrelevant” / “I have no clear theme, it’s too difficult to please everyone.”
This is not an evergreen blog and winter is coming.
I hope winter slays all my expectations.