Is it the wafts of illegal drugs you can catch when walking down a street or the smell of mulled wine? I don’t know but I have noticed a peak in blogging happiness. Top of the Year posts pop up like ads for elderly people diapers or expensive shoes.
I like reading blog posts. I often check them, compare the list of titles to my own reading challenge. I sometimes add a book. Or two. Or ten. I relish the joy those books have brought bloggers and readers. The excitement to find a story that stays with you never fails to amaze me. It is a drug. A legal one.
Yet. I feel I am watching this December buzz from afar. My blog has been neglected. My blog-hopping is inconsistent. I want to want to scream about the characters that have made 2019 a fabulous bookish year for me. I want to share your posts. I want to leave comments on every blog.
But I can’t. For many reasons. No time. Tiredness. Life stuff getting in the way. Christmas songs giving me headaches. TV shows suddenly appealing to me like ice-cream on a scorching day. Job hunting. Food hunting…
And it’s okay. It’s okay not to blog every day. It’s okay not to share every day. It’s okay to be totally useless at choosing a Top of the Year list (too many good books!!!!).
This is your Christmas reminder blogging is a hobby that should be pressure-free!
This time of the year can make you feel lonelier than usual, and this is what I am feeling when reading all those tweets, posts, you name it.
Be happy that others are enjoying their time. Don’t forget even the chirpiest posts can hide bad days. Embrace whatever you are feeling. Do what’s best for you. And eat what makes you happy. Oh, and read, if you can!