“So, what have you been up to, Christa?” – asked absolutely nobody (except you, Ems. You asked!)
I have neglected my duties as a good blogger by not keeping my readers up to speed on my life. I do have to sit down and really think about what I have been doing because it doesn’t feel like much.
Any spare time I have I fill with reading, having coffee out and hanging with my main bitches. Oh, and being tattooed with wonderful colourful designs that make me happy.
Sometimes I mix it up by actually going out on a Weekend Night (the thing I most hate doing, so many people!) but that has and never will be a regular thing as I am a homebody at heart. I just want to nest in comfortable lounge wear, is that too much to ask?
Some of you may be aware that this year I took a rather strange ‘skill’ on the road and actually considered myself a semi-pro for a small but solid period of time. I don’t want to bore you with too much of the saga but I will say that it’s a strange feeling when you start to feel as if something you really love to do is about to become a real thing and then… doesn’t.
I’ve been blogging for the best part of a decade now, yet when I speak to another writer and hear the words “I’m a blogger” escape my mouth, I feel like a fraud.
Everything I have written this year, bar almost none, has been forced and I read it back with a sense of sadness. I love to write in any format but this has been my baby and I’ve fallen out of love.
I don’t know what the answer is.
I can keep on trucking or I can call it a day. But I don’t want to call it a day for the reasons mentioned above.
This time I am not going to make any promises that I will break, am not going to dress my words up as anything more than they actually are – I am going to take each day, each post as it comes.
And I am going to fall back in love, goddamnit.