It’s hot. The muggy air is like a heavy weight. Pressing down on my thoughts. Stifling them, slowing them.
I have written nothing of any real substance for weeks. That makes me frustrated.
A little voice in the back of my mind is whispering why do you write this blog, would anybody notice if you just stopped?
Which is self-pitying, self-indulgent nonsense. Because I write this blog for me. Right?
It would be more accurate if the whispering said why do you write this blog, why don’t you stop?
The words just won’t come.
I’ve stopped The Prompt for the summer, it was getting harder and harder to find the right words, and I needed a break.
I’ve taken so many steps back from blogging, no linking, no reading, no commenting: I may as well be on a different planet.
I’m watching everyone else through an increasingly frosted window.
And, I don’t know what to do.
I love this blog. It has given me so much. It saved me when I needed saving; gave me purpose, gave me friends, gave me a hobby.
But it also took a lot. Time, energy, focus.
I find myself at a crossroads. Is this a parenting blog? Is it about me? What is the story I’m telling?
Is it a story I want to tell?
I want to find a positive note to end this on, but I’m struggling to find it.
So, I’m going to stop.
I have a few things scheduled, and I have my ongoing photography projects (they don’t need me to find the words). That will do.
I’m due back with a new prompt on 28th August; it is my hope that I will be here, with some of these questions answered. A new direction, a re-brand perhaps?
In the meantime, I need to stop.
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