After a two-and-a-half year hiatus, my little slice of the internet is back. Why? Where did it go? Should you care?
I had just moved to Australia and life was changing. It was hot, sunny, full of Aussies and vegemite, and I didn’t want to miss a second of it. I managed to post twice when I first arrived and I attempted a third but my blog’s property expired and I didn’t know how to bring it back (my original blog was created BEFORE the likes of WordPress and Squarespace and I wasn’t about to invest the time learning how to keep it, which is why all the old content is gone).
Two and a half years without the impulse to write in my blog. Other than a few pieces for Ottawa Magazine, it was a clean two years from writing at all.
(This time was filled with new friends, new foods. Meeting family I never knew I had. Leading rooftop rides and and learning a workout I didn’t even know existed. Moving back to Ottawa, meeting babies, dealing with death. Working towards a career that will fulfill me and relationships with people who stand by me.)
A few months back I had an idea for a piece and pitched something to a Toronto publication — rejected (they never followed up and nor did I). Lately I’ve had ideas for pieces but I’ve procrastinated on following through with a pitch. I just didn’t want to go through it all anymore. Pitch, rejection, pitch again, negotiate, interview, fact check, deadlines, photos.
I was going to give up after that.
“Writing just isn’t for me anymore.”
“I don’t have time.”
“I’m not as good as I used to be.”
But then I asked myself why I wanted to pitch in the first place. It’s not the money (and most of my journalism classmates would agree). It’s not even being read — I don’t care how many people see or don’t see my words.
I missed the act of writing. I missed putting ideas on paper, creating sentences, overusing commas, and trying to be funny. I missed the sense of peace it brought.
I can write without pitching or being published. I can write without readers.
So, should you care? Not really, and I don’t care if you do or don’t (but I appreciate if you do). I want you to care about what you want to do — what is your why? Not your excuses. They aren’t important enough to hold you back, I promise you that.
2 thoughts on “my why”
Keep being You! Happy to see you writing again. And thank you for the reminder of Why we need to do what makes us happy or inspired ❤️
Thank you Carolyn! xo