I’m back at my old retail job—the one that prompted me to make this blog in originally. At first, it baffled me that I had arrived back and suddenly felt like writing on thiss blog again. My camp counselor job was taxing, though, making me walk 10,000 steps a day and chase kids through the museum.
I find myself being nostalgic for the beginnings of this blog. It felt good to create something every day, and it felt good to see myself making some sort of progress. It was also satisfying to 1) challenge myself and 2) finish the challenge having at least mostly succeeded.
I want to get back to this whole blogging thing, but I have a lot of “what ifs” seeping into my brain as usual One thing I worry about is burnout in the long term. Or worse, what if I end up having nothing to say after a while? What if everything I write becomes stale and used up, as cyclical as my brain is turning the same thoughts over and over again?
I need to learn to embrace imperfections again.