Why have I not written much this year
As 2025 draws to its conclusion in a few short weeks, I am left with the sudden realisation that I have not been using this platform nearly as much as I used to. Is the age of the Blog dead? replaced (like so much of the internet) by bots, spewing two paragraphs, an AI image and call it a post. Or, can a Blog still serve a purpose if used, instead, as a point of reflection?
How do you move on after nearly a year of silence?
My WordPress memory is nearly full, images clogging up my media library giving me the choice between mass dumping, paying or no longer attaching images to my writing. I suppose this is insignificant, yet it somehow bothers me, I want to sort out everything neatly, but I get overwhelmed, frustrated & eventually give up.
If only that ‘problem/action/reaction’ combo related only to media horded in a blog, yet it feels like a good analogy to life. ‘Cluttered/decluttering/surrender’ cycle of chaos has haunted my life since the pandemic.
Everything has felt wrong since the pandemic, especially since loosing my parents & then hitting 50. Somehow, I keep finding myself trying to make sense of it all, when nothing seems to matter anymore.
I suppose that is why I have chosen to start writing again, to use this space as a point of reflection & to see where the permanently bewildered goes from here.
Tatterhood 