Yet another blog crisis. This might recall my very early posts, but that’s the feeling. I didn’t get my dose of self-esteem for breakfast today…
There was a point where I felt I was doing a good job here with my blog. I thought I was writing well, I had something to say, I was working on my graphics and it looked nice, and my stats where a little big higher.
Lately, instead, I have started thinking. I’m writing a lot about myself and my days, but I don’t remember why anymore. I mean, I like writing for the sake of writing, I didn’t open this blog to talk about books or food or whatever. It doesn’t matter so much what I talk about. I just wanted a space of mine.
I don’t feel satisfied with what I’m doing anymore, though. What am I really doing after all? Who cares if I have the cough in Brazil? I don’t want this blog to be a journal, which, ok, is clearly not, but still. When I read blogs I really like, I always wonder “Why can’t my blog look like that? How can I reach that number of followers? Where does he/she find all those interesting things to say?”.
I’m starting to fear that my head is too empty to find something to talk about, my brain is too slow to elaborate it and make it interesting and my writing is just not good enough.
And honestly, I don’t want anybody to suggest topics to me. That’s not the point – or maybe it is, I’m confused. I know I shouldn’t put so much pressure on myself over this – it’s just a blog, I’m writing for myself, etc. But the truth is I can’t stop judging myself.