Then Covid happened…
And somehow, I stopped showing up as consistently as I used to. Where I’d usually show up three times in a week, my presence dwindled. So much, that it’s been at least a good full year since I’ve graced the blog with my presence. I told myself it was just a little time off. After all, we were in a pandemic. Not just the one caused by COVID, but also a pandemic of people losing interest in reading blogs. I struggle to remember which pandemic came first, but somehow there was also a rapid decline in blogs. They were no longer all the rave, people’s attention span switched as quickly as a child when he sees a new toy.
However, that did not diminish my affections for my blog. Every year, without fail, I’d pay for its domain name and hosting. Regardless of my absence, I just couldn’t imagine not having that blog. It was the unthinkable. I was determined to hold on to it. I’d make grand plans about getting back on there and fail woefully. I blamed it on laziness. I told myself if you just sit down and write, you could get back to blogging.
But lately, I’ve found myself wondering if it’s okay to just let it go. That maybe it isn’t just laziness as I’ve rationalized, but instead that I may just have moved on to a different phase in my life. One that doesn’t quite include the rigors of writing, uploading, and sharing lines. I stilled my mind enough to finally admit to myself that I may just have outgrown it and that I probably may never keep up with my grand plans of resuscitating the blog and being as consistent as in my heydays. My blog also crashed at some point, and I lost every SEO action I’ve made to help my blog rank on google. This hit me really hard.