September is coming. The month when I assumed my self-imposed blogging hiatus would come to an end.
I’m cheating right now and writing this in August. I danced around my own edict by promising myself I wouldn’t publish it until September, and therefore, it doesn’t count.
I was fairly sure I would come back to blogging. I’ve taken breaks from it before, and always, always, came back before. And I am coming back.
But for awhile there, I wasn’t sure. For awhile there, the thought of September made me cringe. I could feel the panic of writer’s block already threatening me. What if I have run out of things to say?
Which is silly; when have I ever run out of things to say?
I think I was more afraid of the things I do have to say not being welcomed by people close to me. I know that some (a lot) of my opinions are different from those around me. And it can be exhausting to constantly defend your position. I am starting to realize though, that I don’t have to defend my position. I don’t have to convince others that I am Not Wrong, as long as I know I am Not Wrong.
So I am coming back.
But I am not coming back with the goal of making money from blogging.
I am not coming back with a determination to make this The Biggest Blog Evah.
I am not promising myself that I’ll stick to any schedules, or themes, or any such thing.
I am not setting out to convince others of my brilliant logic, and that my way is the only way.
I am coming back, because I haven’t yet run out of things to say.
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