[dropcap]A[/dropcap]s a blogger, you’d think my organisation game was strong. That I would have a blogging schedule, a planning list or even like, a stationery set? I don’t. I have a chewed pen and a notebook that I doodle with boxes and flowers. The thing is, I’ve always blogged off the cuff. If I do something, I then blog about it. One week, I may be really busy at work and the blog is neglected, or the next I’ll have been somewhere or done something interesting. My blog, like my real life, isn’t perfectly ordered or all rainbows and daisies.
I lost a little bit of heart in blogging as 2015 wrapped up. I felt unmotivated and a little bit adrift in the blogging world. I wanted to put my content on here but felt like…I wasn’t allowed to? Or more like, I didn’t fit in?
I am always wary of making sure that this space doesn’t end up looking or sounding like one big advertisement. It’s a big part of the reason why I removed sidebar advertising and have been pickier with sponsored posts. I don’t want to lose ‘me’ on here. Sometimes I will eat at a fancy restaurant or have an excellent holiday, but real life (well, my real life) isn’t like that all the time. Last night, I ate at IKEA for fuck’s sake. IKEA. (Also, sorry for swearing Mum)
Because, that is the real me. The real me enjoys a 50p strawberry jelly from the IKEA canteen. The real me snores loudly, gets crumbs in her hair, forgets to reply to a text message, and still enjoys a sneaky Marlboro Light. The real me is also passionate about London and those fun little adventures that sometimes unfurl.
I like taking pretty pictures and telling silly stories and that is the bones of this blog…and that is why I am okay with being a rubbish blogger. Whenever I feel down about this space, or feel like I need to make more of an effort to be be more organised and improve stats and other knicker twisting blog stresses…I remember. Pretty pictures. Silly stories.