I didn’t write many blog posts over the Christmas holidays, partly because I was enjoying some time away from the Internet but also because I was waiting for inspiration to strike.
I wanted to write the perfect blog post.
In my head I thought the perfect blog post had to be brilliantly written and tell a gripping story that would draw the reader in from the beginning and keep them glued to their screens until the very end.
The post would be so good – so perfect – it would set the standard for all future blog posts on this site, and that standard would be high.
But in my aim to write the perfect blog post I ended up not writing anything at all.
Then I questioned why I’m doing this, why I’m writing this blog. I came to the conclusion that I’m writing it because it’s fun, I enjoy writing and I like being part of the blogging community. I’ve never previously strived to write the perfect blog post. I’m not sure the perfect blog posts exists. What interests one doesn’t necessarily interest another, and anyway – I’m writing this blog for me.
So the moral of this particular tale is this: once you start over-thinking it the words do not flow, I’ve concluded. Blogging is supposed to be fun, so write what you want when you want, because none of us are perfect and we’ll always fail if we try to be. And who needs the pressure to be perfect anyway? Not me.