This year will be different.
At least, that is what I tell myself. It’s an overused, exhausted phrase that I have repeated each year to somehow make myself believe that this will be my year of writing, my year of stringing words together on a page and sharing them with you. And every year, it falls away quickly into nothingness. I’m left with half-finished drafts, incomplete inktober prompts, days of writer’s block, and a disappointment in myself that I didn’t write more.
So, what’s to say that this year will be any different?
Honestly, I don’t know if it will be. I’d like to say that I know that I will write more, that I’ll have a more consistent posting schedule, and that I’ll make time to write, even through writer’s block. Yet, to do so would mean that I have a plan, a schedule of sorts and that isn’t true. That isn’t the kind of person I am. Unfortunately, writing isn’t my job and life gets in the way, taking up the time that I do have to do the things I love.
However… what I do know is this.
I am learning more about myself with each passing year. I am becoming more of who I want to be and creating space and time to engage in the activities that bring me joy. I have finally become comfortable with the fact that I am a meanderer, a slow wanderer through not only life but each hour of the day. I am also consistent and committed to the creative outlets I pursue, as long as I don’t have the stress of meeting deadlines or unrealistic expectations of myself. I’ve successfully posted once a week on my Instagram account for the last two years and as I let the pressures of being on time or coming up with ‘profound’ things to say no longer be of concern, I’ve grown in my ability to make time and share the creativity of my heart.
This is all to say that I am hoping that this year sees me write more. I want to write for myself again. I want to grow the creative spark that has been holding on like a dying ember for the past few years. Most importantly, I want to do this for myself. So, maybe 2024 will be different. That’s my hope. If not, then there will be grace and continued work to move forward.
I still need to work out the rhythms of how I want to share what I write and what that will look like. Yet, I am grateful to those of you who have continued to follow my blog and stuck it out in the many months of silence. I hope this year will be a happy one for you and that it will be filled with time to write and many good reads!