It’s taken over eighteen months and more than 550 posts, but I have tired of blogging.
I have very little left to say and what I do have left to say is boring. I can only pretend to be interesting for a year and a half, I guess.
I probably would have lasted longer if I hadn’t posted almost daily.
I was so proud of blogging every single day between October 30 and December 4, but I was just shooting myself in the foot. I probably could have stretched my run out to three years if I had written every other day and even longer if I posted just twice a week.
So now what do I do?
I could take a short break, see if my energy for blogging returns after a hiatus.
But I posted every day in order to create a habit. It worked and I’m afraid that if I stop, I’ll never go back. Or at least I won’t go back to daily blogging.
I could whine about it here and wait for people to respond.
“Don’t give up!” “I read your blog every day and don’t know what I would do without it!” “We love you, Heather!” Things like that.
Of course, there is a slim chance that there would be no public outcry from the four people who regularly read my posts and the half-dozen more who find it each week by googling, “Did McDonalds change their milkshakes?” or “Honeybunch Kids dolls.”
Then I would be burned out and disappointed in my lack of popularity.
I could just keep blogging mind-numbingly boring content and hope that I’m just in a slump, one that I will come out of soon.
And that my mother isn’t the only one still reading by the time I’m interesting again.
At least I’ve gotten through another post. Now I have 24 hours to decide which tactic to try.