Hello everyone! Happy voting day here in the UK. I use ‘happy’ lightly, because this general election, and in fact politics for the last few years has been a pretty hellish topic here in Britain (and actually now I think about it round the world). I am sitting in my parents house at the moment, staring at my computer and thinking about the things I could and probably should be writing about. And my thoughts pretty much stop at ‘well I could do that’ because I have realised I am in a rut.
I mentioned above that I am sitting in my parents house. This is because a) I am luckily off work for the whole of December due to clever holiday usage and swapped shifts, and b) because our kitchen is being completed and the building work is underway. I had grand plans for my time off this year, I wanted to really and truly enjoy getting ready for Christmas. I wanted to savour the Christmas jumpers and food and songs and wrapping, and all of that good stuff. I also wanted to crack on with decorating the kitchen and making headway on making it look how we wanted it.
Unfortunately, the kitchen is either behind schedule, or on the schedule the builders thought but we didn’t. We currently have no boiler, which means no running water or heating. As this is both unsanitary and hard at this year given it’s bloody freezing, we’re staying at my parents house and have been for the last few weeks. Don’t get me wrong, I am hugely grateful that they can accommodate us relatively painlessly, but it means that we are not at our own house at this time of year so it’s not decorated or Christmassy at all, it means the house is cold and covered in dust because the building work is midway through, and it means that I haven’t managed to do any of the decorative tasks that I had planned for the time off I have. I don’t want the decorating to encroach on Christmas celebrations, or be doing it when it’s dark and miserable, so it’s a bit gutting that the house is behind our schedule.
I’ve missed my Christmas lunch at work :(. It was completely my own fault, I got the wrong date, but it means I haven’t done the secret Santa swap that we do this time of year, I missed seeing my work pals and having dinner with them, and I have missed a Christmas milestone I was looking forward to because of the build (I planned work and delivery on the same date by mistake). My parents house is super festive as it always is, which is lovely, but it is making me a little disappointed that we can’t decorate our own tree and our own house because there is no room and no point as we’re not there.
How does this relate to blogging I hear you ask? Well, if you saw my Blogmas post a few days ago you will know I had planned to do Blogmas this year. I’ve really enjoyed doing it over the last couple of years, but this year I haven’t been in the Christmassy mood. I thought that committing to Blogmas would be both easy and enjoyable, when in fact it highlighted to me that I haven’t been loving blogging of late and have been finding it difficult to muster the time and enjoyment levels to really do it. At the end of the day, it is my blog and I can do what I want with it, but I have put a lot of time and effort into it and I am quite gutted that for all intents and purposes, I have fallen out of love with it.
I am pretty sure I would like to get our of the rut but how is really difficult. I missed my Strictly Saturday post at the weekend (for the semi-final) because it was my Uncle’s 70th birthday celebration and I prioritised it, and I never actually want back to do it. I have written some reviews, but not as many as I would like. I just feel like content is more of an effort than usual and need to think of some easier posts to get me going again. I don’t think it helps that I have been in a little bit of a reading rut too, and when there are less books that I am enjoying, it usually has a knock on effect to my blogging regularity.
I don’t really know where I was going with this post, or what it was for, but I wanted to air my feelings and see if you have felt them too. Have you ever been in a blogging rut, and if so, how did you get yourself motivated? How did you escape?