As I sit here, wondering about what to write next, I find myself face-palming. This is my first post since the launch. *ultra cringe 10 times over* I’ve had Of Bleeding Pens and Pages for almost a month now and I’m already proving to be a procrastinator with it. How typical of me!
Well, that’s what I’m going to talk about today. Now, I know what you may be thinking. “Zac is going to talk about procrastination?”
Ha. Nope.
Well…kind of. In a way. Not really. Oh, good grief, you’ll see what I mean!
So as I mentioned, Of Bleeding Pens and Pages is almost a month old now. (WHERE DID MY BABY GO?) And, as I also mentioned, I’ve been procrastinating with it.
Why? Because, honestly, it scares me. A lot.
Not the blog itself, really. (Although…if technology ever takes over the world, the blog might come to life and hunt me down in anger because of my resentment. Don’t look at me like that, IT COULD HAPPEN. YOU NEVER KNOW.) More of the responsibility of it. Its image. And my faithfulness to it. This blog relies completely on me. It’s not going to take care of itself and thrive alone. I’m the one who has to spread the word, to earn its following, to share it with the world.
That is what scares me.
Being the procrastinator I am, if I don’t keep up with Of Bleeding Pens and Pages…it’s going to fall, flat on its virtual face. And it won’t be able to pick itself back up. It will be crippled. Abandoned. Invisible.
See, something I’ve already learned from my time in the blogging world is this: a blog is like a child. It has to be nourished, fed, checked on regularly. It needs attention, love, commitment. Without all those things, it will suffer. Scream into blackness. It will be alone. And eventually, it will fade. Sure, it will still be there, available to find…but it will be painful, heartbreaking to look upon. Because, yes. It’s dead.
That’s not what I want for this blog. I am as a parent to it; I must take care of it, through thick and thin. It completely relies on me.
But.
I can’t push it. It’s just a baby. It can’t have all the attention and hundreds-maybe one day thousands!-of followers. Not yet. It’s not ready for that. It-I-will not know how to handle it. It’s not ready to fully extend its wings and fly and sing into the world of blogging.
And I’m okay with that.
Baby steps are necessary, in everything you do. You can’t rush into something, expecting to know everything and be fully experienced immediately. You have to learn. There are so many things that you did not know when you signed up for it. Some are good, some not. It’s almost always unexpected.
But you learn. You become more well-grounded in it. That’s how you grow. That’s how anything grows.
And that’s how Of Bleeding Pens and Pages will go. We-I, it-will start out small. Taking baby steps. We will learn along the way. We will grow. Become more mature, more grounded.
And we will thrive. We will see much success, prayerfully.
We will fly. We will sing. We will inspire. Eventually.
For now, I’m just soaking in the moments of watching it grow. And it’s beautiful.
