I guess I now know how long I can go without posting something… months. Eight of them, to be exact. It’s not that I haven’t been doing anything, it’s that I just feel nothing I have done has been worth sharing.
Probably along the same lines as when a husband comes home from work and his wife asks him “How was your day, honey” and he just doesn’t feel like talking about it. It doesn’t mean he doesn’t love his wife… it just means he doesn’t feel like reliving everything that happened again.
For me, it also has to do with the fact that so much has changed in the last 11 years. Back when I was 27, I was full of piss and vinegar and thought that everything I did was so damn important. A decade later, I have grown out of the part of my life where I need to share everything.
That doesn’t mean I will give up writing, it just means that for me, blogging (11 years ago it was simply called “updating my updates page”) isn’t so important to me anymore.
If you’re a blogger and you love to write, then keep going. Don’t stop no matter what. Never lose that feeling or that fire inside you that keeps you coming back to your computer every day. But also, don’t let it consume you. Live your life and let blogging be a fun hobby.