I’ve had this feeling lately – daily blogging is getting dull, or uninspired… More and more I don’t know what to post, or I just don’t want to post…Like I’m tapped out or something.
I know I’ve got more gems in me, somewhere… I haven’t even been doing this long enough to be good at it really.
So, perhaps the problem isn’t really me, maybe it’s my approach.
On rare occasions, I know what I want to blog, but most of the time I’m just grasping for something or anything to post last minute. That always makes it stressful. Who wants to feel stressed every day?
So, I’m going to try something new. I’ve found a journal prompt app that I am going to be using for a while and see how that goes. Rather than wonder what to post, I’ll simply reply to a prompt from this app in a blog.
This way, I won’t be pressured to come up with a topic from scratch every day even before I can get to the work of blogging. I hope that this plan will help me to overcome this slub, and ultimately make me a better blogger.
I’m sure I won’t always need the prompts, but I’m glad that I can utilize this option until I’m feeling more confident about my own idea formation… And I’m sure things will become much more diverse and interesting with this outside influence spurring my reflections and perspectives too.
“Is 6:45 early enough?” I wonder, quickly calculating that my Sadhana just took about an hour and 15 minutes.
“I could push it up, maybe to 6:15?” I think, glancing at my phone to see that it’s now 10:55pm. “Closer to eight hours if I leave it…” I briefly consider if I’ll go to yoga class in the morning before remembering that I’m waiting to see if we get as much spring snow as they say…
“I could still make it regardless,” I finally admit to myself and decide to leave the alarm set for a quarter to seven.
“Since when is getting up before seven not early enough for me?” I laugh, suddenly realising how absurd this sutuation would have been to me at every other stage of my life. I had never been an early riser, especially not voluntarily.
Smiling, I think about how easy it was getting up at 5:15 earlier this week to work out with my best friend. I feel satisfied in a deep and thorough way… “I’ve worked hard for this.”