You’re right Sam Cooke, a change sure is gonna come. Or really, it already has. There are so many changes going on right now it’s hard to ignore.
You’ve probably noticed that it’s been a little light on the posts around here lately. I’ve been thinking about that for a while and I think I’ve formulated what I want to say enough to get it down here.
I started my blog in January of last year. The 4th to be exact. And I posted every day for a year. A new outfit every day. I loved it. The challenge, the accountability and, who am I kidding – the praise! I was working in the city in a corporate office that was surprisingly cool with my print clashing, boundary pushing, skull wearing ways. I had an audience every day – off and online.
In November I accepted a job as a writer. Contracting to a company in Melbourne, I now work from home. And I do work. Believe me. I’m flat out each day and contrary to sly comments – I do not wear my pyjamas, watch daytime TV or slack off and search pictures of cats on the internet. Working from home is tough. The discipline required to sit at this desk for 8 hours a day. The crazy-making that comes with being holed up alone inside. The only thing easier is the commute.
Don’t get me wrong. I don’t regret the change and I know how incredibly lucky I am to have this opportunity. I can pee with the door open, listen to music as loud as I want (though it usually interferes with whatever I am trying to do so most often I listen only to the soothing sounds of a lawnmower, barking dog and the clicking of my keyboard) and eat a free lunch.
But with this change in career has come another change. I don’t feel like blogging. I don’t feel like putting together an outfit, sitting in it at my desk for 8 hours, taking a picture of it, taking it off and doing the whole thing again tomorrow.
And I’ve been beating myself up about this. How could I go from 100 to say, 20? What am I without my blog? What am I without seeing how many different kinds of floral I can wear in one go?
But here’s the thing. I never set out a charter. I never said I was going to post every day. I never promised anything to anyone except maybe myself. I have no obligation to do this if it makes me unhappy. And it’s not so much that it makes me unhappy. More it’s not as much fun.
So what I’ve discussed with myself today, in our daily staff meeting is this: Hey, you can post whenever you want. Post 43 times a month or once a week. Keep commenting on the blogs you like, if you feel like it. Because really? There are bigger things in the world than whether or not you feel like adding pictures and words to the gaping hole that is the internet.
Lighten up, kid. Go look at a picture of a cat.