Confession time. Being online has been the last thing I’ve wanted to do for the past week. I’ve barely even glanced at my Instagram- now that’s saying something because I LOVE Instagram. I was having a conversation with my sister earlier about it, and I’m just disheartened with the whole thing at the moment. Can you hear the tiny violins? I know this is just a passing phase, but right now, me and blogging are just not pals.
Coupled with a very stressful week on the wedding planning front and a really ‘fun’ appointment at the hospital, being on the laptop trying to put a cheery post together just didn’t sit right with me because all I wanted to do was stress eat an entire box of milk chocolate ices and let the emails just pile up in my inbox.
It’s very easy to compare your blog to other blogs, and I have to make myself remember that every blog offers something different to everyone. I’ve worked so hard and consistently at it and with each post my confidence is knocked just a little bit more. I’ve seen blogs shoot up in success with hundreds of followers in a short space of time and over here, I am plodding along, more Tortoise than the Hare and I have to remind myself that that is okay too.
I don’t have colourful hair, I don’t do many (if any) outfit posts, and I’m more likely to dance around my living room than in a bar or club, but for some reason, you guys still come back here and leave me lovely comments. For that, I thank you a million times. This blogging funk will pass.