And the only things that hold me back are things I hold inside
(Sailor’s Boots ~ Frank Turner, 2011)
I think, I might take a step back from blogging for a while. Not that I’m really doing much of blogging in the first place. Not really, anyway. Yes, there are the #MicroblogMondays and the occasional post about random stuff, but right now I feel, like there is something missing here. Motiviation? Ideas? Inspiration? I have no idea…
I do have the occasional idea in a “Oh, you should write a post about that” kind of way. And then I start writing it in my mind and maybe even here as a draft or at least anywhere, but then I get stuck or more importantly worried, that it’s not interesting or good enough and… well the whole downward spiral of thoughts, I’m sure I wrote about here before.
I think, that’s an issue I have with a lot of other stuff at the moment as well. In my everyday life and work and all and I think I should maybe figure that out and “work” on that, before I spend a lot of fruitless time thinking about what to use this space for. Yes, I could chronicle my “working through” stuff, but I don’t think I’m ready to share that here in public :-)
Geez, that sounds utterly depressing and worrysome, I’m afraid. Don’t worry, I’m fine. Just maybe a tiny bit lost in some aspects of my life. I don’t know. I wish I could put a finger on it. Maybe it’s just a November melancholy, paired with having to be responsible for some bigger projects at work and such, which are dragging me down a bit.
Spending time reading these books helps though. There are some really helpful thoughts in the first book and I haven’t even read past chapter 18 (of 50, I think). Now I just have to practice to “not sweat the small stuff”