This year I’ve made a few resolutions, some are new skills I want to learn, others are habits I want to continue into 2019. One thing that I was apprehensive about putting on my list was restarting blogging because I feel like I make it a much bigger commitment than it needs to be.
This year is going to be really busy for me. From now until May, I not only have back to back assignments but somewhere in between I need to start my thesis planning which is due at the beginning of September and over summer I need to figure out how I’m going to move all my things down to the Midlands from Newcastle and then move in with James somewhere with a two-seat sports car as our only method of transportation. (If this seems like a really long sentence then that’s because it is and it’s exactly what keeps going around and around in my head every night before I fall asleep.)
I’m already feeling a little bit stressed about everything to come, but at the same time, very, very excited. This time last year, I was dreading change but now I’m ready for it. I’m ready to leave Newcastle and start a new chapter with James, just the two of us in our own space. I’m ready to leave higher education and start working. I’m just not sure if I’m ready to add blogging again to my already jammed packed workload. But then, why should I see it as work? If I feel something spur inside that makes me want to sit down and write (like it has just now), why shouldn’t I take the time to do it? Why can’t it be part of my self-care? If I don’t feel like I have anything to write, I’m not going to force it. And so, this blog may be a bit sporadic. I could go weeks, months even, without writing. Or I could feel more motivated every time I write something, and words will start pouring out of me.
Who knows? Stick around and you’ll find out.
