So it’s been a while, aye?
One, I fell in love.
But more of that later.
Two, I fell out of love.
With blogging, that is.
That’s rather big for something I have loved doing since my teenage years. My blog was my safe haven, my tiny corner in the universe of the WWW, and my verbal diarrhoea bowl. I’m not much of a talker IRL, but typing and writing up blog posts allowed me to express myself freely. The Girl Next Shore was my brand (I even have it inked on my body) and for quite some time it almost defined me. Almost.
I loved it. And then I hated it.
I’ve met a lot of people through the blogosphere and through social media. Bloggers who really support each other outside of SEO talk and DA scores. Most of them are really empowering and inspirational women, who’ve gone through a lot of life stories that may or may not have been published by their online personas. I’ve also met some of my favourite Londoners – a number of whom I consider mates for life.
That said, I’ve also come across some nasty trolls (including exes’ partners, partner’s exes, colleagues, and/or their friends). Some have set up accounts pretending to be me, who’ve put up posts that tried to humiliate me and/or involve me in certain situations. Some have far too many opinions and some have involved family talk. It’s become toxic and selling the drama was just too boring.
I loved writing. And then I hated writing.
Through the years my day job had always involved analytics, some copywriting, revenue numbers, Excel spreadsheets and strategic thinking. Writing creatively on the blog was my get-yourself-sane hobby. It was therapeutic.
It just became slightly formulaic. Don’t get me wrong – I thoroughly enjoyed getting press invites to explore new restaurants, hotels, countries, products, etc. I absolutely enjoy writing about food and travel (and will continue to do so). But it became slightly repetitive. Plus with social media continuously becoming a numbers game, the blogosphere starting to get saturated, bloggers competing with each other, blogs turning into vlogs… I just felt I didn’t have time for all of it.
And I felt it. I went from being all gung-ho on churning articles and fulfilling deliverables at least twice or thrice a week to barely pushing out posts once a month or so. Frankly, blogging felt like had become a task instead of fun – which what it was meant to be, which what started it all. And I didn’t like how I wrote anymore.
I felt like through this blog, I found me. And then I lost me.
So I took a hiatus.
I’ve hinted a few times in the past few months about this. And the break was glorious because I got to enjoy the world, IRL. I’ve developed better relationships with people I see everyday, felt more fulfilled at work, caught up on things I missed out on before (like skipping work socials because I had to go to an event or do a review of something, or picking up a new hobby). I just decided to live. And by living I learned to love and breathe easy again.
It was glorious to not have to think and worry about “Shit, I’ve got to write about that restaurant…”
So why are you resurrecting the blog?
Because after all, The Girl Next Shore is me – more than a tattoo, it’s a part of me. But it’s not all of me.
Through the years I’ve enjoyed sharing snippets of my life, recommendations on where to eat and where to go, meeting new people, learning new things. But not all I have shared here define the very core of me. As it shouldn’t. Not any form of social media should do that to anyone.
In all sense of mindfulness, I want to write the way I used to, in a pace that suits me as and when. No numbers game (it never will be). No giving a shit about trolls or crazy people. No pressure. Just fun, and a bit of love.
Forgive me if this post sounded slightly self-indulgent. One of these days I will retire the blog. Definitely. But for now, it’s going to be my corner in the universe of the WWW again.
Hope you’re all doing well. x