There’s a trend in the blogosphere for lives that are pristinely planned and impeccably tracked. We see it in each perfected bullet journal spread posted to Instagram or Pinterest; in every shiny new tracking or list-making app; in every self-improvement how-to blogpost or airbrushed morning routine. This constant sense of the need to better oneself can be seen as aspirational, but it also encourages a culture in which nobody can ever be good enough, however much they plan.
The name came to me in the dark, a little ironically. I don’t know where from, but I know it’s here to stay. Meet – or perhaps get newly acquainted with – this blog: Lightly We Go.
I said some months ago that this summer would involve some experimentation and potential big blog changes. Since that time I’ve introduced the #PrettyHealthyProject and started up my on my bookshelf series. I also wrote about my old summer onehundred projects. Having realised that many of my posts weren’t reader-focused enough, I knew that I had to start moving away from posts that were only about me.
Last week, a male stranger made a comment about me as I walked down my city’s streets. I have received far worse comments than this particular one, but the way in which the man in question asserted his clear sense of power over me left me shaken. As a way of reasserting some control and ownership over the situation I took to social media, posting on Twitter about what had just happened. Within forty-eight hours I’d received nearly one hundred abusive comments in response. Today, I’m not going to go into the details about what happened or what was said. Instead I just want to write something, because right now I’m nervous.
Back in April I was inspired by a commenter who believed blogging should be instinctive, and it’s stuck with me ever since. At the time I was trying to work out exactly what I wanted out of my blog, but my progress was hindered by my difficult third term at university. In the past few weeks, however, I’ve been returning to these ideas and found them really worthwhile, so perhaps they might be of use to other bloggers who are struggling with their direction and motivation too.
This time four years ago I was finishing up my GCSE exams. Way ahead at the end of the summer I was due to leave all of my close friends behind to start at a new school almost three times the size of my secondary school for sixth form, and sixteen-year-old me wasn’t entirely sure how to process that.
Happy April Fool’s Day – but this post is not a practical joke! After much thought, consideration and planning, and now that I’ve got a little more time on my hands, things are going to be changing around here…