I had one today. A big one. A light bulb moment where I gave myself a mental slap and said, “Kemi, that makes such perfect sense!”
I have three new blog posts in various stages of completion, and I have stopped and started on them more times than I can count. Earlier today, in an act of frustration (and sickness, ’cause guess who picked up the superbug that the flu shot didn’t prevent?) I almost deleted my blog. I’m not posting regularly, and by the time I get my entries polished enough for display, they are no longer timely. I’ve been frustrated and full of guilt, especially when all my other blog buddies are posting several times a week– some several times a day. (I know… overachievers.) ha ha
Well, I was doing some tag surfing, and what I realized was, not every entry has to be 1000 words in length. It doesn’t have to be profound, it doesn’t have to inspire or motivate someone (although that’s always a nice benefit), and it doesn’t even have to be relevant to anyone but me. I need to quit thinking less and just put some stuff out there. I’m not a writer suffering from writer’s block. I’m a woman, a mom, a wife, a neighbor, a friend, a volunteer and a former teacher, and if that doesn’t give me enough to write about, even briefly, THEN I will consider deleting my blog, but I have waaaaaaay too much material to give up just yet.
My goal for the rest of the month is to post something every day. I’ll try to make it relevant, or at least entertaining if you promise to drop by and comment. Or tell me hello.