I’ve always had a problem with consistency, which I know is a huge faux pas in the blogging world. Everywhere you turn, content experts and blog gurus will tell you that if you really want to amass followers, you must make a schedule (or editorial calendar) and stick with it.
I just never worked that way.
This entire writing challenge has been difficult for me for that reason alone, because I’m not sure that I have something of note to say every day, quite honestly. And I’d much rather not subject you to mindless drivel because I am on a deadline and under obligation.
But if there’s anything I’ve learned in these past 10 days, it’s that these are my hang-ups and maybe I’m overthinking the process. I’d like to think that at least a handful of you visit me because you actually (gulp) like what I have to say. Here’s hoping, right?
For anyone else participating in the NaBloPoMo challenge, here are some things you might be able to relate to. And for those of you who aren’t, I think there are takeaways for you, too.
- The trick is to commit, in all things in life. If you don’t make it a priority to write (or take that trip you’ve put on the backburner or work on that cabinet that’s been sitting in your shed), you’ll never cross those things off your list.
- Forget about perfection; it doesn’t exist. Sometimes showing up and doing a half assed job is better than talking about getting it done.
- That plan you had in your head doesn’t always materialize in quite the way you thought it would, and it’s important to make peace with that. Let go of what should happen and surrender to what may lie ahead instead.
- Speaking of plans, create an outline but be prepared to take a few scenic routes. Some of your best writing can happen along the road less traveled.
I’m going to spill a little something here that is very difficult for me to admit, much less in blog form, but well, screw it. Bryan and I have tried rather unsuccessfully to have a child for almost a year now. I freak out about infertility ALL THE FUCKING TIME. I track my period, I know the different ovulation phases, and how the moon will affect my cycle (okay, so maybe that part is made up). Like clockwork, my period shows up each month to mock me and tell me that it’s just not my time yet.
And each month (like clockwork) I die a little on the inside.
After a nice chat with a girlfriend over the weekend, I realized that it’s bringing me absolutely nowhere but down a path of self-destruction and disappointment. Like so many other things I’ve struggled with in life, I’m learning to let go. It doesn’t mean I lose sight of my dreams of becoming a mother, but maybe I release the grasp on the timing and understand that it’s unhealthy to put certain expectations on myself.
Because as cliché as all of it is, I believe there is some truth to the expression that “it’ll happen when we least expect it.” Even though I want to punch someone in the face every time I hear those words.