The other day I stayed up late to fill in the answers to a bloggy questionnaire that I intended to publish bright and early on Monday morning. But then I looked at my answers and realized that 1) I have no experience with makeup whatsoever; why the hell was I taking a makeup quiz?? (more on that to come*) and 2) it was outdated as shit, so even if I DID publish it, I couldn’t link to it anywhere.
Back to the drawing board.
Writing/blogging and connecting with other people who put their lives online has been one of my biggest joys, and I realized that when I published my 40 in 40 post last week and had tremendous feedback. But then there are days when I pour my heart and soul into creating a post and it’s like…
Then my brain spirals. Why am I doing this exactly? Certainly NOT for fame and fortune (I would have quit a long time ago if that were the case!). Believe it or not, blogging IS hard work—and if you want to be successful, you can’t stop learning, attending seminars, reading up on the latest social platforms, publishing frequently, etc. It doesn’t help that my day job is in influencer marketing, so sometimes it seems I can never get away. Nowadays, I’m hardly ever without a pen or sheet of paper, and am always thinking up ways to improve as an influencer, to get more sponsorships, to form genuine connections online. There are times when I struggle with topics to write about, if I’m saying too much or too little, and whether or not something I’m ready to publish will follow me around one day.
I imagine these are the everyday struggles of every blogger everywhere. Right?
I’m not even really sure why I’m writing this. I guess because I’m experiencing a case of blogger burnout lately. It happens to the best of us, especially anyone who publishes consistently, and there’s a part of me that wonders if I should pull back. That thought sometimes fills me with anxiety. What would I do if I didn’t have the chance to read and share and sit down with you all for a daily cup of coffee??
I think I would miss it all so much though.
*Anyway, back to the makeup. Over the weekend I confided in my friends that I have an eyebrow plucking problem and I got a recommendation on a brow pencil. Last night I walked out of the bathroom looking like Groucho Marx, and Bryan and I couldn’t stop laughing about what I look like with eyebrows. WHO KNEW it could change your face so much!
What’s happening with you all, sweet things, and have you ever experienced blogger burnout? Let me know in the comments!