Sometimes I’m here, putting up content consistently and sometimes (most times) I disappear for weeks and months before jumping back in like nothing happened.
I don’t have THAT many followers, and I’m not even sure how often everyone checks in, if at all. I know I’m notorious for following and rarely checking the content because I just don’t have the time. I still don’t have the time, but I want to make time. I love this blog, I love the memes, I love writing the reviews and while the start and consistency have been rocky, I really do enjoy the book/blog community here. Balance is hard to find and keep.
I’m torn between wanting to share everything and finding/making the time. One, two, ten or no one could read this post but if it’s out there, its out there no matter who sees or doesn’t see it, a while at one point it might have mattered to me, it doesn’t anymore. It feels good to just write about what I love.
When put out content for the week I feel proud, and happy with the books I’ve shared. This blog saved me when I was lost, I didn’t have a job, I didn’t have any direction but I always read and I shared my thought on Goodreads, but this, this gave me a whole new purpose and as I found myself in the real world, I lost the will to make time to write, to get lost in what was once my salvation.
I think I’m starting to find my way again. I’m getting back to happy.