Thursday, March 17, 2011
A few months in and you're mad about it. Obsessive. Or maybe that was just me. Checking in constantly just to say hello, whispering sweet nothings all over town, public displays of affection on Twitter. The whole shebang.
As you approach your first anniversary, the excitement is palpable. You've made it. One of those blogs that's actually lasted a year. The champagne corks pop, the bubbles fizz.
And then fizzles. Cue: post-party hangover. The honeymoon is over and the real work begins. Nothing has really changed. It's not them, it's you. You've just realised that, like the best marriages, blogging takes work. Things you wrote about with freshness and vibrancy the first time around, come around again.
You're at the point where you're a Cosmo coverline made in heaven: "Put the romance back into your romance." "Love him like it's the first time." "Hot monogamy!" Etcetera.
Your mind starts to wander. Perhaps your energy would be better placed in a new blog! A book! A visit to an ashram in India! Oh wait...
Suddenly, the distraction you've been looking for appears. A dirty weekend. Full of passion and excitement. A little me time. A chance to walk hand in hand with your blog.
Just what you need to rev up your Blojo.
So I'll see you on the flipside of the Aussie Bloggers Conference. Who knows what thrilling new moves I may have to show you. Bet you're quivering in anticipation.
No Weekend Rewind this week. Will miss your mixed tape of fabulousness, but I'll be back, raring to go next week.
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