Ugh. I have done it again. I made a plan for scheduled content, and then life happened and I’m six weeks into a third post in a scheduled series and the post still hasn’t gone up.
Truth be told, I am not a particularly consistent writer.
I want to be, but between the unpredictability of military life, the fickle nature of the year of COVID, and ever-changing nature of living abroad and whiplash with border closures, I often find myself immersed in just trying to keep up with life. That, and this doesn’t pay the bills so I get busy with other projects sporadically.
The other part is that I vacillate between wanting to write to you, and wanting to dig myself deep into a privacy hidey-hole to maintain some shred of anonymity in a world that seems to be posting constantly about the content of their breakfast and the whereabouts of their person.
I often think to myself…why does anyone want to read what I am doing? And more importantly…why should they?
I have now had this blog for just shy of five years, and I still haven’t figured out my balance.