October is my favourite month of the year. The air feels crisp and fresh even in the sooty city. We reignite our senses with the smell of cinnamon and pumpkin. We breathe in the warm comfort of knitted jumpers that we’d forgotten we adored.
As much as I love the feeling of the sun on my skin, the glowing heat of an open fire combined with a cosy cardi and sip of red wine is my idea of happiness.
When a new season comes along we tend to reflect on the last few months and set ourselves a new goal in line with the changes in the weather.
For me, summer saw the relaunch of my blog, a brand new dedication to something I felt drawn to and hadn’t yet fully explored. Since May I have grown my little spot in the blogosphere, experiencing a huge amount of new things whilst making a lovely new set of friends along the way.
Yet its hard within this community to not get swept up in endless amount of time and energy that you can spend writing content, reading and researching, and improving your presence. Opening a door leads to a room of ten more, and it can be incredibly overwhelming to not let your blog become your life.
In September I suffered a serious case of FOMO, or ‘fear of missing out’, which us bloggers can all relate to, whether it be having to turn down an event, not having time to spend hours sorting out my Pinterest or not getting the perfect birds eye view of my meal. I felt like I had the potential to be achieving so much more but was stressed at the realisation that I had no time to do anything.
I wasn’t being true to my motto. I just needed to stop giving a f**k.
I’ve stepped back over the last couple of weeks for various reasons and it feels like a weight was lifted from my shoulders. I realised that I had time to have a long phone call or finally binge watch Ru Paul’s Drag Race (which I’d never had time to watch and oh my gawd was I missing out).
I also started doing yoga and holy crap its revolutionised my way of life. I could write a whole post on it. I might. At some point.
So yes, this post is a bit of an odd one. But after reflecting on my blog journey, I remembered why I wanted to blog in the first place… to document my travels, yes. To encourage my adventures in London… yes. But also to have a chat, have a rant, write to inspire, or just to write because I need to.
With a little less than a quarter of the year left, I am conscious of the importance to recognise what has already been achieved, rather than stressing out over what I haven’t had time to do. And its actually improved my focus and positivity, which in turn has seen good results.
So I’m still going to blog, I’m still going to be a Twitter addict. But I’m sure as hell going to stop worrying about the bloody god damn Instagram algorithm.
Do you have any reflections or new goals with the change of the seasons?