Time after time
Procrastination is not my thing. But hell, I’m good at it when it comes to this blog. It’s been eight months since my last post. Eight months are coming quite close to eternity in terms of the internet.
And even more so, when you consider that I managed to write about six posts after a long promised relaunch, before dropping the whole thing once again. If you are still around, my dear reader, I salute you.
It’s hard to say why everything happened exactly the way it did, to name one sole reason, because frankly there were many or at least a few. One thing I can say for sure, is that the blog was always in the back of my mind. I had this nagging feeling that it was still out there. That I would just have to pick up the metaphorical pen and write something down. I knew that I didn’t want to quit. What I didn’t know was how to start again. Sometimes I got an idea during a conversation or when reading a book and I said to myself „well, that would be an interesting question to talk about…Maybe I should write something…“ Let me put it this way: in this case my version of maybe was a not. I worked out some kind of method which might be gold medal material in the procrastinator olympics. My blog experience translated mostly in two different ways: one way was talking about it, about my frustration of not writing. The other way was mulling over its design, the buttons, the colors, the categories. I can also recommend to throw in the trinity of Twitter, Tumblr and Instagramm for good measure. One can elegantly pass quite some time like this without actually delivering anything, without actually writing one single word.
Since this is my first post after quite a while, I would like to stop right here and come back tomorrow and then the day after that. I’m not going to promise big elaborate articles day after day. But a few lines, one step at a time.