Do you ever get into one of them moods. Where you feel down in the dumps - apathetic and idle, and you aren't entirely sure why. This has been me for the past month and a half.
You may (or may not) have noticed my lack of posts this past while. At the beginning of May I made a promise to myself to post at least twice a week, and keep a blogging journal along the way in a bid to keep myself motivated. This lasted for approximately two days and was then forgotten about. I am unable to pinpoint exactly what it is that has me feeling so lackluster when it comes to my blog, and this is probably the most frustrating part of it.
Without going into too much detail, my Nan, whom I live it, has been unwell in hospital the past month or so during my college exams, and while she will be totally fine, this has still been a huge strain in my life and is set to continue. With all of this going on at home blogging naturally became less of a priority. Other than that, everything else in my life has been going well for me. I have recently got myself a part time job in a clothes shop, which means I will have that little bit of an extra income to plan trips and splurge on shopping sprees. I also found out that I did surprisingly well in my college exams for this year, and I will be sailing on into 3rd year come September. So with things somewhat settling down and going in my favour, why can I not find my blogging mojo again?
I have exhausted every possible reason as to why I have lost my motivation. Maybe it's the gloomy weather. Maybe it's because I have been so broke lately that I can't afford to buy new clothes that force me to make outfit posts. I have tried looking at other blogs to reap inspiration from. I have tried to change up my look and even got a fringe. But nothing, nothing seems to be working.
Don't get me wrong, I have ideas for posts, but it is just getting these ideas into writing, and writing that I am proud of that is the problem. The idea that I am too hard on myself is a possible reason why I have been avoiding writing posts lately, for fear that I won't be completely happy with them and will beat myself up over it.
Constantly comparing your blog and it's progress with others is also a sure fire way to end up in a downward spiral in the blogging world, and this I have most definitely been doing as of late. While my following has been steadily growing, my daily page views has been rapidly declining and I can't seem to pick them up again. I have lovely blogging friends constantly commenting on my posts and sending me inspiring messages on instagram, yet I still can't help but feel that my blog and it's following is just not where it should be and that in and of itself is disheartening enough to want to stop posting.
But I won't stop posting. While I am not going to make unrealistic promises to myself that I will have new posts up multiple times a week, I will have one new one up once a week. And in the meantime I will try to build up my motivation again to keep going with this wonderful little hobby of mine, because deep down I know it is all worth it.
Now enough of this pity party. I will be back next Sunday with a new (hopefully more interesting) post.
Please do let me know in the comments what you do to keep you motivated with blogging or anything else you do in your life.
Adele x
I hope your nan is doing okay xx
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A couple of months ago I was really feeling this and I didn't know why. I realised it was a combination of a whole load of things, including obsessing over numbers and feeling like nothing was paying off. I took a break for three weeks, and let new ideas come to me, but I didn't force myself to think about 'the blog' all the time. When I came back I re-evaluated everything and now I'm only producing content that I love, and it feels so much better
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I've the same feeling you're talking about and I don't know why. Maybe, I've a los of things to solve.
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I really hope everything with your nan is okay.. sending you love your way! I hope you'll find your blogging mojo again.. Almost every person's blog I read admit they go through a blogging slump! For what it's worth I really enjoy reading your blog & you have a really great insta too!!
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I have been feeling exactly like you lately. I rarely have motivation to blog and I don't like to force it so I end up without posting anything. This annoys me a lot but I will have to wait until I get my mojo back on :)
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This is a common thing, especially if you're the kind of person who only wants to post quality posts which you're. Don't be so hard on yourself, when you get your mojo back you'll have plenty to write about, remeber to look after yourself, take breaks and time out to reflect and for self care. I hope your Nan gets better soon Adele. ð I don't have any adviceor tips becuase when I get those moments where I have no motivation I normally just take a break and something tends to come up.
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Don't beat yourself up. We all have these moments so you are not alone. I love your blog so keep on trucking along!
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Last October my mom had hip replacement surgery. My blogging really suffered for several months. She's fine now, but I'm just now trying to catch up and get back on track. For me, it was exhaustion. I had things I had to do; things to do for her AND blogging. Sometimes blogging had to be placed on the back burner.
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I hope everything gets better girl, you are strong and everything will be fine!
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I go through periods of feeling like this as well and it's so sucky, for lack of a better word! For me with blogging I find it really helps to not look at numbers at all for a while, that way you focus on what you like about blogging and not so much about who's reading your post, how many followers and all of that stuff.
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Hope everything is okay :) I've been feeling similar on the blogging front so don't be so hard on your self! At the end of the day it's a way to share your interests and express your individuality x
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I hope your nan is ok.
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Good to read from you Adele. I hope your get your motivation back. honestly we all go through that phase of feeling flat and I even feel like i may need to take a break to connect with life again. I hope your nan feels better. Congratulations on passing your exams.
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hey! Good read! I hope that everything gets better and that you find your way again!
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Hope you and your nan are ok! It is important to take a break sometimes, you'll come back more refreshed x
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I went through that comparison feeling that I am not good enough and comparing w/ other bloggers until I remember why did I want to blog and remember the positive feedback who love my originality, too! If you need a digital break not for your blog but also your emotional/mental health then I wish you the very best!
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I totally understand you. Your mojo will definitely come back, don't be too hard on yourself. you write so effortlessly.
ReplyDeleteI hope you are okay! I recently made myself a blog post brainstorm sheet. I listed out the different topics I talk about for example; beauty & fashion. Then wrote all the related posts underneath that I want to make posts for. I'm hoping I can use this for inspiration when I'm not feeling motivated. I also find searching and finding new bloggers gives me inspiration too!
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I hope everything is okay! I would go back to your first couple of posts and remind yourself why you started blogging and why you loved it! Maybe also think about what your passions are now and blog about those? Hope this helps and you feel motivated to start blogging again!!
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I know exactly what you mean but you will get through it! It won't last forever, you just have to do something to bring your mood up!
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I really hope everything is okay! I recently had the same feeling. I did not really feel like blogging anymore and was just not feeling very happy at that time. I took a little break, worked on feeling happier and looked at magazines and other bloggers for inspiration. This always helps me feel motivated to start blogging again. Keep your chin up lovely, you're doing an amazing job! :) xx Laura
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Thank you so much for being so honest. My motivation is to take one day off a week and do something what I also love (next to blogging) like sport, meet friends or having dinner with family. Surround you with positiv people, people who loves you and you feel automatically better. Wish you all the best my dear.
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I know how difficult the writer's block can be! I myself have only just got back into it and I'm loving it! Really great post!
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Hey, thanks for sharing, and your motivation will come back. Try not to think about it too much and keep going forward xx
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