Sometimes I hate the pressure I put on myself. This feeling of needing perfection. Those Type A tendencies.
For many months with my main blog, I felt like I had to follow all of the "rules" out there with blogging. Stick with a niche. Create a checklist. Make a Pinterest-worth photo. Write a long post. Share the post all over social media.
And then, people will come.
I mean, maybe if I did that for a long enough time, eventually my traffic and social media numbers would grow. But instead, I stopped caring.
Don't get me wrong — I love writing about farmers' markets and motherhood and habits and routines. For some reason, though, when I try to niche down and blog about the same topic over and over, I lose interest. I hate the pressure, and the pressure makes me stop writing.
And it's just a damn blog. I do this for me, I do this to share, I do to practice my writing. I'm not doing this to make money or to become famous. (Though writing a book is a tiny dream of mine that I wouldn't turn down, but anyway...)
The same thing happened with Instagram. I've felt pressure to share photos within one niche, and I'm the only one who puts that pressure on myself. It's stupid and silly, and just like blogging, makes me want to share even less, because I end up aiming for some standard of perfect.
I write because it's fun. I share on Instagram because it's fun. Once they become a source of stress or pressure, that's when it's time to either take a break, or change what I'm doing. That's why I started this side blog where I write whatever's on my mind (and I may end up adding all of these posts to my main blog down the road anyway).
Recently I went into my blog reader and email list and removed anything that focuses on blogging. I was finding that I'd get really into reading those bloggers' archives, taking in as many of their techniques as possible. I'd take their courses and watch their webinars, because they sounded so convincing, making me think that maybe I could make money from my blog, or something. I even created a blog challenge, which was fun, but I knew it wasn't really the right fit for me or my audience, and that I didn't go into this blogging thing for anything but to share my adventures and thoughts.
So here I am. Still writing. Still sharing, and quite happy with this little space where I don't feel the pressure, where there aren't so many eyeballs. It's helping.