I know I’ve been a bit all over the place in the last few months: I started a new blog, then merged it into this one; I’ve made announcements that things would change, and then they really didn’t. As you can probably tell, I’ve struggled with the direction of my blogging for a while. I started Another Cuppa four and a half years ago because I needed something to do while I was stuck at my parents house applying for jobs after left university. Lots has changed since then, and this blog has grown with me. It’s been a great way to help me articulate how I feel about different ideas, feelings and things that have happened. But like any relationship that needs to come to an end, there is no point dragging it out in a half-hearted way.
I’m too easily led by things that I read and people that I speak to. During and after Alive in Berlin, I’ve been exposed to so many amazing people and their ideas. But I realised I was getting dragged along in a direction that wasn’t my own. Other people have bucket lists – I should have a bucket list! Other people are building an online presence that earns them money – I need to do that too!
So I stopped reading blogs, and started to think about what excites me (not what I feel should). This involved thinking back to my favourite methods of play as a child. I would spend hours at the weekend painting, drawing, cutting, sticking, threading: basically, making a big creative mess. I need to express myself artistically, I need to make things.
I also thought about my values, and how I wanted to get back to living them: being an environmental activist, exploring ways we can live sustainably (a lot of early posts on this blog did talk about this more). I thought about what I was passionate about, and I started forming my own manifesto. I believe right to my core that we are creators: that making things is good for us, and that consuming things is as bad for our souls as it is for the environment. I want to live an empowered, creative life. And I want to share my story in case it inspires others.
Somehow, I had lost sight of this: I became fixated on followers and subscribers and statistics. Of having to have a content schedule, an appropriately sized image to correspond with each post. The pressure meant I stopped feeling inspired and blogging felt like a chore.
All of this leads me to my new project, where I’m sharing my story of living creatively, but not to anyone’s schedule or expectations. There will be no regular posting, or monitoring of page views. If something excites you, please let me know. But don’t feel you have to.
See you on the other side.