Somewhere in between the time I got offered my job and my job started, I went out for coffee with Courtney from Baxtron Life and she asked me, “What are you going to do about blogging?”

I don’t remember exactly what I said, but it was probably something to the effect of “Probably no different than what I’ve been doing… Blogging when I’m inspired, and skipping it when I’m not… and maybe write some stuff in advance and then schedule it. I’m not worried about it.”

I’m not one of those bloggers who makes money doing this. I do it for fun. I like the process of sharing antidotes of my life on the Internet for the consumption of friends and strangers. It’s one of the ways that I process things that are going on in my life. It’s one of the ways that I allow people to get to know me…. and it’s been a way to let this shy girl steal the microphone for a few minutes and be center of attention.

That’s to say… the only pressure that I have to publish content on my blog is the pressure I put on myself, and I’ve chosen not to push myself too hard.

If I write something and I don’t feel right pushing the submit button… I don’t, and I write much more in the course of a week than I ever end up publishing.

That’s not to say that I don’t feel concerned on weeks when things seem to be slow. I’m looking over the past week and I’m feeling pretty ill accomplished for only posting Sunday Confessions and a photo I took of Grand Central Station.

Then I remember all of the things that I did instead of coming straight home after work this week, and realize that something’s got to give and truth be told… sometimes that means I skip over writing posts I want to write, or I take a little extra time to get them written because the time I have to sit in front of the computer and write is greatly diminished when I’m spending 8 hours out of the house a day related to my job, and since I’m already out of the house I’m more inclined to go do things after work.

I do find that I write more on the subway these days… Sometimes I just pull out my phone and type up a draft of a blog post into my WordPress app, and then upload it once I’m above ground. Some days, the half an hour I spend on the train is the only time I have in a day to write a blog post.

I use Twitter and Facebook more. It’s a lot easier to sneak out a bunch of 140 character thoughts or posts to links of things other people have written than it is to write my own stuff.

These things ebb and flow. Sometimes my thoughts are easier to express than other times. Sometimes I’ll have a lot to say, other times very little. And you know what? I’m okay with that, because that’s life. I know that the people who enjoy reading what I say will continue to do so, even if I’m not as prolific as I am at other times. I know that no one’s keeping score.

I can’t have it all. I can’t be a person who blogs five times a week and work my job and carry on with my social life… but that’s okay. I’m happy to have the space to write and share, even if I can’t do it everyday.