14 10 / 2013
"One thing was certain, that the white kitten had had nothing to do with it—it was the black kitten’s fault entirely."
14 10 / 2013
14 9 / 2013
30 10 / 2012
Recently I read this post about blogging at helenjane.com:
"This medium has gotten a little away from us. It seems to me like that the last time blogging was fun was a few years ago. It was when blogs became less of a reflection of a way things were and more a reflection of what people wanted.
I’m going to say that again, because I feel it’s the main point of what I’m trying to say:
‘Blogs became less of a reflection of a way things are and more a reflection of what people want.’
See, longing and hoping is a terrible way to live. It’s empty. It creates jealousy. A soul-hole. A void.
Back when we started blogging/dancing, we talked about our now, our pasts, our dreams. We shared what was real and happening in our lives. We weren’t promoting an aspirational lifestyle, we weren’t selling up.
We were in it.
We created connection through that real story.”
This really resonated with me. Sometimes having a blog stresses me out because I don’t feel like I’m doing it “right,” that I’m not posting consistently or something. And then I try and remind myself that it doesn’t really matter (although it’s a good thing I’m not a professional blogger!)
In any case, the last few months have been full of changes and transitions. And there will be some changes coming to my blog soon, I promise.