I’m writing this post at 5am. Not because I get up super early to work, but because I can’t sleep—partly because a three-year-old crawled over my head to get into my bed at 4am and partly because my mind is racing with thoughts. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about where this blog is going. And, after coming back from a workshop with a lot of other bloggers, I feel like I’ve gotten a little clarity. This blog is going nowhere—but in a good way. (I think.)
All of the talk among blog “experts” these days seems to be that blogs are the jumping off point for something else. A blog is now just one part of your “brand”, and maybe not even that big of a part. . . I’ve also learned recently that bloggers aren’t necessarily calling themselves bloggers anymore, but brand influencers. Interesting. Somewhat true. Lofty. :)
As far as what should come next, I’m pretty sure it’s either writing a design book or coming up with a product line. I’m hearing capitalize, capitalize, capitalize. But, my heart is screaming is contentment, contentment, contentment–which doesn’t seem to be a very popular buzzword these days. I’m willing to bet that whether you write a blog, teach kids, run an office, or manage a household, that doing more is a message that you’re hearing, too. It’s the underlying theme in just about everything we read, hear and see.
But, what if you’re happy doing what you’re already doing? What if the desire to do more, to go on to the next big thing, just isn’t there? The world tells us that it’s just not enough. I’ve been having a hard time seeing it for what it is. While I’ve been thinking it’s a lack of motivation, I think it might actually be called happiness.
Only sometimes, that ugly monster called comparison pops his head up and asks if I am really happy being at home, cleaning up messes, making lunches and settling arguments instead of flying off somewhere fun or pursuing something grand. It’s really the idea of the dream that seems appealing. But, the reality of it. . . not so much. While I loathe making sandwiches in the early morning, I love that I’m the one making my kids lunches and getting them on and off the bus and helping them with homework—and even settling their fights. I love that I’m not chained to my computer unless I want to be—and sometimes, I do. (And, sometimes, I do not.) I love tucking my kids in at night and feeling their arms hug my neck. Even though it’s all just normal, totally unglamorous stuff, I love it way, way more than staying in hotels and always pursuing something and accolades from strangers who will ultimately never be all that impressed. Contentment with where you are doesn’t seem to be the norm, but it’s okay.
So, back to where this leaves my blog. . . The truth is, I still love it. I love putting up something new and fun for you to look at and think about. I love the art of creating a pretty post. I love sharing parts of our home—and life—with you. I love interacting with you. So, as long as that’s the case, I plan to press on, making the blog itself a happy place to visit. Instead of focusing outward, I’m scheming and dreaming up new things I can do for my site, while possibly wearing my pajamas and in between opening yogurt tubes and sticking straws in juice boxes. Thanks for those of you who have remained loyal readers through life (and blog) changes.
Do you struggle with feeling like contentment isn’t enough? Do you think it’s out of style to be happy with right where you are? I’d love to hear your thoughts.