Oh hi there, remember me? The blogger who takes unplanned blog hiatuses every four to six months? I’m BACK!
The last time I took took a blogging break I came back with a few tips on how to get over writer’s block. Maybe I should have read my own tips. But the truth is – I didn’t want to. I love taking time away from blogging, from my computer, from my online life.
I’m teaching a workshop at the Influence Conference next week, and the topic is “intentional blogging.”
I’ve spent the last week and a half doing a lot of thinking and praying about my own blog, my intentions, my goals. I’ve thought about what I will say when I stand in front of a few dozen women who want to learn more about how to be intentional in their online life. Here’s something I want you all to know:
You don’t have to apologize when you take time off from blogging.
I wish I’d given you all a head’s up, but my short hiatus was unplanned and unexpected – which is pretty normal for me.
I wish that when I have writer’s block it does not last as long as it usually does.
But I’m not sorry for stepping away from the keyboard.
You see, for me part of being intentional is being protective of the words I write. I know that the words I am given are a gift, a treasure. And sometimes those words need to be held close to my heart, treasured a little more diligently before I share them with you.
I understand there is value in pageviews. I know I could post a printable, or a few sentences about nothing in particular and those posts would drive traffic to my blog. And traffic is important.
But for me, for this space, what I write is so much more important than when I write.
Our words hold value. They are weighty, telling a story and communicating a message that no one else can tell. They are powerful, impacting others at their core, engaging their minds and sometimes, just sometimes touching their hearts and uplifting their broken spirits.
I often sit tapping out words on my keyboard. Crafting thoughts and dreams and stories, and painting pictures that until that moment have been hidden deep in my heart. But the words aren’t right, they don’t communicate what I want to say, and so I tap, tap, tap on the backspace key, chew on my bottom lip, and breathe a silent prayer as I search for the right words.
Oh, the words are there, buried like a hidden treasure waiting to be uncovered, and hidden deep in my heart.
And this is my promise to myself, and to you:
Every word I write comes from my heart.
And when I can’t find the right words, I won’t write.
And sometimes not writing is exactly what’s needed.