I’m looking forward to my blogging adventures next year.
I’ve loved blogging every day this year (besides those few, rare moments when I had a complete mental blank and didn’t blog), but next year will be a welcome change.
I’m looking forward to writing once or twice or three times a week (who knows, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves) simply because I’ll be able to have more time to fully articulate what I want to say, instead of short posts at ten at night, when a thought hasn’t fully matured into a 500 words post.
Though, I know that that has been best for me. To post a small thought where people can read it. Forcing myself to publish something that I don’t see as much good. It’s made me see value in something I’ve written, because often I’ll go back and read what I wrote a month ago and hey, it’s actually not bad. This is a good way to be, especially considering how many times I’ve written something only to delete it. Now when I write my novel I write and write and write and then I’ll leave it for a few days without deleting or editing it. I think this is the perfect example of being ‘pleasantly surprised’. People really do beat themselves up more than they should. We are too hard on ourselves. Leaving my writing then coming back and viewing it with fresh eyes does wonders.
Still, I can’t help but look forward to more-thought-out blog posts, so long as I actually end up posting them. I pray I don’t end up deleting everything and not blogging at all. Though, it would be difficult keeping me away. I find that blogging has easily and very quickly fit into my life, and somewhere in the year I have started calling myself a blogger.
Perhaps on my resume I can say that instead of ‘natural woman‘, I’m punctual, a quick learner, and a blogger. Please, check it out yourself and add to my views. Hey, if you’re up for it, how about giving it a like or a follow? (Not that gaining likes or followers is why I do this, nor where my value is. But hey, it doesn’t hurt.) Or not.
I hope you all had a Merry Christmas! Happy birthday Jesus… isn’t it weird to think that the God of the universe came down as little baby, just out of love? He could have anything, and yet He chose to be born in a stable. Huh.
I also feel the need to tell you all that I am quite the handy-(wo)man. Today, alongside my assistant/sister, I unscrewed several screws and took down the door of my cupboard. I know right, talk about being frugal. Okay, let’s be honest, I have no idea what the word frugal means. But it sounded right with that sentence. Frugal is in the same category as organic-free-range-budgeter-home-made-impressively-rustic.
Moving on, I think.
I hope you all have a lovely Christmas. Okay, I’ve already said that. But it’s because I hope it’s extra-extra true, so I had to say it twice just to get my message across.
Okay, I’m going to finish this here. It’s a bit of a train falling off it’s tracks, isn’t it? But seriously, how good was that for a metaphor?