Last night I figured out why I have a handful of drafts sitting waiting to be published to this blog, with no desire to actually send them out into the world.
I don’t want to be a 2019 blogger. I want to be a 2008 one. The way it was when I started publishing online as That Girl/That Bride/That Wife and the only goal was to write what you know or think or feel and send it out into the universe.
I don’t want my personal writing space to be about a formula – how can I make every image have a similar look and feel? What’s my brand? What narrow margins should I constrain the post topics and form within? Should I talk about X or Y this week?
F that. No more shoulds. I chose the name Living Absolutely because I wanted something to guide me, and containing myself for the form is not living. And it’s not absolute either! I tried being contained and now I’m going to try flying free. Writing what’s on my mind whenever it strikes me, choosing whatever image I’m compelled to share because I have thousands on my hard drive waiting for some fresh air and not because it fits a certain aesthetic, moderating comments heavily (play nice darlings, don’t go around thinking that #criticismcorner exercises are contained to Instagram!), giving my writing muscles a workout for no reason other than how good it makes me feel.
There it is. One step closer to understanding what Living Absolutely means for me.
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