I’ve had this blog since I was a sophomore in college. I was a 19 year old trying to survive college and not lose touch with what I love doing. For as long as I could remember, I loved writing. I still remember my third grade teacher praising my work to the whole class yet I told her not to say my name because I was way too shy to get that kind of attention.
Now as a 27 year old, things are different. I still love writing but I am so rusty. There were days I could write poetically and inspired. Now I feel like I lost touch with that.
Blogging was always my favorite outlet but it changed how I wrote. I was writing for views and not creatively. I can admit it now, but blogging tired me out. Is it fun to talk about fashion and makeup? Of course. But there’s only so much that I can take. I always thought I would write well enough to write a New York Times bestseller but now I don’t feel like I have the skill for that. Even the way I am expressing myself in this post shows the writing edge I’ve lost.
One of the reasons I love writing is because it amazes me how you can put words together to make a statement that can inspire someone or poetically explain the feeling of falling in love or share in a moment of grief. That’s what I’m trying to get back to. Use words that can genuinely make people feel things.
It’s been obvious the lack of posts I have shared on this blog this past year. With Vacancy taking up majority of my type, this blog fell to the backburner. I could have made time for it but I realized I didn’t want to. It felt like the right time to put the blog on pause. It’s not an end because maybe one day it can be the place I can place other writings. But for now, I need to rediscover my pure love of writing and I don’t want to continue writing fluff pieces.
This blog is a piece of me. It’s seen years of ups and downs and personality changes. It remains a time capsule for myself and for that I am grateful.