Way back at the beginning of the year I wrote a post about the lessons I learned from the shit show of 2020. I vowed not to set any goals for 2021–to live everyday in service to what is truly important to me. And guess what?
I did it and it felt good. It felt liberating.
It’s absolutely incredible how much can change in a year–or less. Lots of changes. Lots of things I let go of in order to focus on other things. This year…
- I bought a house and moved…again
- I lost 37 pounds and I’m in the best shape I’ve been in since high school
- I grew my own food
- I crocheted two blankets
- I visited a bunch of cemeteries and even made some videos
- I didn’t write much
- I didn’t read much
- I didn’t travel anywhere
- I didn’t journal
- I didn’t do social media. In fact I even deleted a few profiles for good.
The year had ups and downs–most years do–but overall I feel like it was a good year. And that’s saying something given that 2021 proved to be every bit of a shit show as 2020. But let’s not get into that.
The point of this post is to look ahead, not behind. And here I stand on the verge of a new year with some big decisions to make.
To Blog or Not to Blog. That is the Question
And it’s one that has been weighing heavily on my mind these past few weeks. Where do I see this blog going? For many years I have been paying to keep my website up and running. I pay for my domain name and to be able to customize my website. Both of which are worthwhile when I am consistently posting.
But I’m not doing that, am I?
Each year when I get those renewal emails I think to myself Is this a good use of my money? And then I tell myself I’ll be better and post more but inevitably I don’t. I think of better ways to spend that cash and promise myself that at the next renewal date I just won’t do it. I’ll let those things go.
But I can’t.
I don’t know why. It’s stupid, really. I’m paying for my name. I’m scared to let it go. It’s become some kind of security blanket for me. I’m holding on to some aspect of myself that’s barely even there. I’m not a blogger. I haven’t been in years. These days I’m barely a writer in any traditional sense. My priorities have changed and I’m totally good with that.
So I’ve made a decision. It’s a self imposed ultimatum.
In 2022 I will post at least once a month for 12 months and if I don’t–
Okay maybe not that extreme. The blog will still be here because I won’t delete anything. But I will stop paying for my domain and all the other features I (currently) waste money on. It’s use it or lose it, baby. Tough love.
Tell Me More! Tell Me More! Like, What You’re Bloggin’ About.
Honestly? I have no idea. Okay I have some ideas but nothing I want to commit to at this point. It will most likely be a mixed bag of things. Cemetery tours. Homesteading/Gardening Projects. Random thoughts. I’m even considering posting some of my novels in a serial format. (If you like any of these ideas or you have a suggestion, throw me a comment below.)
I’m under no delusion about the popularity of this site. I haven’t checked the stats but I’m sure my readership isn’t huge. I’m not looking to be a famous blogger. I’m just a girl who wants to put her money to use. If people want to read about what I’m doing, well, then I’m honoured. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t care even a little bit. Of course I do. I hope you read and comment and share your own stories with me.
But mostly the next year of blogging is going to be a gauge for whether or not this is something I truly want to continue doing or something to let go.
And on that note I’ll leave you with a photo of me at my new home with the tiniest rake I’ve ever seen.
See ya in 2022.