I’m sitting here in the wee hours of Friday morning, stressing because I don’t have any ideas for this week’s blog post, which suddenly gives me an idea for this week’s blog post. Funny how that works.
This week has been a busy one, so the time I’ve dedicated to reading and blogging has been close to zero. I’ve felt like such a slacker this week. I made a commitment to this blog, which includes a commitment to reading, and I’ve done a terrible job of both. But you know what? Sometimes it’s okay to focus on other things and not feel badly about it.
I’m on bookstagram and running this book blog because I truly love to read. I always have, and I always will, and I want to share that love with others. The last thing I wanted was to allow any of this to turn into a source of stress. It’s a passion project, and one that brings me joy.
This week, I realized I was stressing. I was stressing because I’ve made such little progress in my current read. Stressing because I didn’t know what to post about this week. Stressing about how much reading I need to fit in this weekend to catch up to where I wanted to be at this point. And I realized I was doing everything I said I DIDN’T want to do. I was letting reading and blogging become a cause of stress when they’re two of my favorite things.
This week, I barely make any progress in my current read. This week, my blog post is getting pulled together at a ridiculously late hour. And that’s okay.
Reading and blogging are both big parts of my life, but they aren’t my whole life. I don’t want to allow myself to feel pressured by either one. It’s important to find time to read, but some weeks, like this one, simply require focusing on other things. That might mean a last-minute blog post and a little more time spent finishing my current read, but there’s nothing wrong with that. I love to read and blog, and just because I didn’t do much of either this week, that doesn’t mean I love them any less.