The bored blogger

I often get ideas about how to tailor my blog.

What to write about, and what not to write about. What kind of content to include. How often it’s “ok” to post just a photo or a short note. Whether it’s acceptable to import stuff I’ve published elsewhere.

There’s a never-ending stream of thoughts about it. Some kind of search for “the ultimate setup”. A mental (manic) manual of sorts.

I try the idea for a while. It feels great. And then the same feeling always returns:

Boredom.

Not just in my head. I feel it in my body too. Like eating bad food and knowing something’s off.

Despite knowing this, I keep falling into the same trap — over and over. A new idea shows up: “Yay, now I’ve figured out the perfect way for me to blog.”

It’s insane.

I like to think it’s gotten better over time. Maybe it has. I hope so.

One positive change is that the tweaks I make these days aren’t permanent. I can restore things once the idea-insanity passes. That wasn’t always the case.

Some progress, I guess. At least in my blogging book.

You live and you learn. You publish and you progress.