My online voice. Hmm.
I’ve pondered over how to begin this post for a few weeks now. On this particular occasion, I’ve been sat at the kitchen table so long that my coffee mug is empty and my inbox has been checked more times than I could count (and its still giving me the little red bubble of doom to tell me I’m not finished). But I’m still not down to the actual writing..
I guess you could say that I’ve had writers block, or just paid mind to the fact that blogging feels like its dying. Over the last few years everything has changed – evolved into a hybrid of its former self. Blogging isn’t what it used to be but that doesn’t mean it needs to fade out completely and the realisation that I shouldn’t stop doing something I love just because I worry more about whether or not its being read. I just felt like I’d lost my online voice and all its meaning.
But fear not because the mojo has returned.
Feel free to celebrate however you see fit, but I’ll be dancing around my kitchen listening to my 80s playlist.
Yep, it happens often.
Essentially, this platform is one of the many ways to express my online voice. I discuss my adventures, thoughts and chat about everything from style to beauty, travel and more – but let me be real for a little minute. 2018 started quite differently for me and I really began to worry about the changing of instagram’s algorithm and the inevitable decline of blogging. I lost my online voice. It completely consumed me to the point where I’d sit at home and feel like there was no point because my words meant nothing and nobody would see or care for what I published. I spent so much time feeling sorry for myself and wondering why I was only spiralling downwards that I forgot to look up. Social media changes at an alarming rate and its hard to ignore that one day it could all crash down and see thousands of us finding work elsewhere.
But on my recent yoga retreat, I was surrounded by girls who have inspired me for years and felt really connected to my own thoughts which caused a sudden urge to just write. It could have been down to the lack of coffee, hours of yoga, incredible girls around me or the calm surrounding but I just knew I had to emerge myself back into it. The black hole was only going down and needed to disappear so I could start trying to write again whenever the feeling came. My focus fell on creating the content that is completely true to who I am, trusting myself to know what is best for me. Because at the end of the day only you know what is best and not a single person can do it for you!
The drilling outside while I’m writing this is giving me a slight brain fuzz but if you’ve read my blog for a while then you’ll already know my lack of post structure and how incredibly bad I am at ‘getting to the point’. I ramble with my heart on my sleeve for too long which makes it obvious that essay writing isn’t a strong point of mine but every post is written with love and honesty. I’ve got tons of drafts, titles, ideas and plans saved in my notes ready to go and I’m honestly feeling so inspired.
I guess what you could say is…
My online voice has returned.
Photography by the incredible Kaye (Fordtography).
a twenty-something exploring the world with a double espresso and a camera.