It’s been a week of reading other bloggers pondering and/or changing their blog direction. Their sense of purpose having shifted or feeling a need to change.
Which makes me feel a tiny bit guilty that this blog has no direction. It’s purpose is even quite loose. A space to ramble about the things I can’t express otherwise in the hope that maybe someone might relate to it, be helped or even it just helps me to get stuff out.
Seems all rather self indulgent – but there it is.
So my brain is fuzzy, my head is woolly, my thoughts tangled, my body in pain and discomfort. Cue blogging.
If I were able to think better about purpose and direction I’d be writing a book not a blog I suppose. So, I’m left with the “not bothered” feelings. It is what it is, it does what it does, it doesn’t achieve what it doesn’t achieve.
I know that sometimes (like no for instance) the ramble continues long beyond a useful point becuase I have the vague hope that whilst I type and distract myself some of the pain and discomfort might drift away. While I look over there – maybe things will change over here. Or maybe not.
So – this blog had no direction. And neither, it seems, did this blog post.