In my four and a bit years of blogging, I’ve seen quite a few challenges come and go. A-Z challenges, ‘Blog every day in May’, the following of certain prompts and what not. And rarely, if ever, have I joined in.
Not because I’m against challenges, per se, but it’s more been a time factor. Or an interest. Or the fear that I might fail dismally and not coming up with something for the letter L. Or another, harder to write about letter.
Anyway having realised last Thursday that I was on holidays from Tafe for two weeks (coinciding with school holidays which started today; rather nice of them really since kids and study tend to make my brain go ka-bloohey), I was at a bit of a loss writing wise. I’ve really enjoyed the challenge of having an assignment each week. Unless that challenge calls for too much descriptive writing.
Coincide this with the fact that I realised the other week, that I have stopped taking photos. I used to take them all the time, but somewhere along the line I started thinking, ‘do we really need a photo of this…?’ and I stopped taking them. My Photo stream is looking very bare and sad-looking lately, and I don’t like it. Photos tell a story just as much as words do, and I feel like I’ve kind of forgotten to tell the story. Or not placed as much importance on it, and that in a few years I’m going to look back and wonder what we did with our days, and who the kids were when they were 11,8,6 and 4.
Of course the lack of photos is really just consequential of my tendency to over think everything. Rather than just enjoy the moment, I keep wondering if I really need another photo of the kids pulling faces. And maybe I don’t. But I do need to stop wondering and just take the photo; delete later if need be, but just enjoy the moment because it might have a whole lot more meaning later on.
It’s the same with blogging; I overthink everything. I never used to have posts in my draft folder because I published everything, but these days, I let things sit, sometimes never to see the light of day. And while there is some wisdom in that, it’s also really sad. I’m not sure when I became this over cautious, quiet person, but I don’t really like it.
And so I’m photoless, and storyless, and kind of directionless as I try to think about all that, so the answer of course seemed logical; set myself a blogging challenge to write everyday of the school holidays, and take photos too. Photos of the mundane and the important and everything else. And write it all as well. Stop over thinking blog post ideas, stop editing until my fingers ache, and just write. Tell a story even if it’s just for the sake of telling it.
So for the next two weeks, I’m attempting to write every day about something. I have no idea what I will write about, but I’m just going to do it. Or at least try.
Every story is worth telling.
Do you take enough photos?
How do you go with blogging challenges?
Anyone want to join me?