So much has lost its sparkle. The conversations once held on Twitter have melted away. I’ve seen friends who blogged (wonderfully!) and social’d stop doing so (and I miss them, I do, but appreciate the whys, and the reasons, and the wants to). I’ve even seen a change in Instagram – a can’t quite put my finger on one that might be about overwhelm, or the ridiculous ‘more…’ feature that doesn’t bloody work when you click on it – and have plans to start using it a little differently (maybe narrow my focus to submissions to particular #’s, I’m not sure) because I started up my Patreon page.
2015 has been an odd online year. It has been encouraging, and supportive, and inspiring (for which a lot of my thanks - if not pretty much all of it - goes to my IG community. OH! And the discovery of podcasts!), but also utterly overwhelming, and distracting, and comparing-myself-to-her filled, and same-y, and swarmed by a trend I cannot get on board with (advice, after advice, after 'How do I know what to accept / believe / follow?' advice posts). And it’s a shame, it is, but I know I’ll figure it all out eventually. I know it’s a lot to do with me, and how I use it all, and that changes will need to be lived through to make all those places 'attractive' to visit once more. To allow them the opportunity to put their best selves forward for me.
I don’t know when I’ll be back here. Things are changing, and with social shifting, I’m finding myself tugged away and towards a different direction. Which? I do not know quite yet.
So, things might be quiet. Maybe. Maybe not, I don’t know about the future. But I do know that, right now? I’m quiet. I’ll be quiet.