|an incomplete drawing titled, 'prone to stay still'|
I am always quick to judge my own blogging habits which has never been constant. Now, it's almost nonexistence. Years ago, I posted almost every day because I thought people would stop coming around if I didn't have something new. Even now, I worry over not posting enough.
Sometimes I think it's so much easier to never have know there's such thing as the internet. Because knowing there is a world out there, however unreachable at times, there's this need to go there and be known. At least, my mind sees it that way.
On a bad day, I would doubt myself and doubt every idea and everything that I would post. I would instead choose not to post and choose not to interact with others until I have something to show. I guess in my own bad habits, I still crave some sort of acceptance that comes by putting myself, i.e., a blog post. But I do try to remind myself that this blog and every other blog before it, is mine and I shouldn't compare them to others. I shouldn't feel bad when nobody visits. I shouldn't do what others do just to be liked. I should do whatever pleases me. Right now, lots of ramblings and sometimes a drawing or a photo or two seems to suit me.
I think blogging is now becoming an old practice for people like me who is more used to a slower speed (which is normal speed according to me), who wants to keep blogging while ignoring all the other medias. I see too many of my favorite bloggers who has stopped blogging and I understand why. There's just too many other distractions that blogging is probably the last thing they want to do.
For now, I'll still be blogging along even if nobody comes here and even if I am not as a frequent as before.