After 5 years and 9 months of never missing one single Monday, I have to admit that the well is running dry. Most recently I have taken a few thinking breaks, pauses or whatever you want to call them, for 2 reasons. The first is feeling like I have little of consequence to say. Secondly, I felt if I took a real break, I might never start up again.
The second reason gives me the greatest consternation. Diving into blogging offered the opportunity to exercise my creativity. Since I lost my sight, other options that I might have enjoyed were no longer a consideration. So blogging became the thing.
My first thoughts were would I be able to follow through on a regular basis and if I got started and wanted to take a break, would I just let it go altogether? I decided to go for it and jumped into the deep end. After 5 years and 9 months, here I am.
The most important thing was actually giving myself permission to take a break. Just. How long of a break is unknown. maybe a week? A couple of weeks? A month? Maybe no break at all. The freedom I feel from giving myself that permission could be all I really needed. We’ll see.
(A clearer picture of this situation is in the previous posts Getting Started and A Rag Bag Of Hobbies.)