I’ve been offline for a few months now. Not posting, despite the long list of post ideas. Despite the Facebook and Pinterest groups of fellow “Travel Bloggers” that I had joined that are sharing each others articles. Despite the many many unfinished drafts of content- more Malta more Ireland, more Paris, even more Barcelona from 2015.
And in those few months, I have been really happy. I’ve invested a ton of time in my personal business. I’ve gotten those ducks in a row. I’ve enjoyed fabulous day without having to perfectly record and share them. I’ve gone full weekends without brushing my hair (ok, maybe weeks…). I’ve spent time with family, and I’ve enjoyed the holidays. Without the pressure to post post post.
At the end of the fall, I was just a bit worn out. I was putting myself under a ton of pressure to “be the blogger.” Too much time of our incredible travels was spent trying just to get that iconic shot – you know, the one with the blogger candidly looking off into the breeze with an epic monument behind her? That one. I needed more pictures, maybe footage, better angles and more unique experiences than the last. And, damnit, I needed to nail that perfect blogger smirk! (come on, you know the one. The mouth closed, sassy eye, high cheekboned little half smile)
And even worse, I constantly disliked what I came up with. Sure, we enjoy photography as a bit of a hobby. But what the is up with these stupid candid photos? I mean, who just stands like that? Did you really wear an evening gown to the desert? Do you have to have these ridiculously gorgeous shots to prove that you did, indeed travel? Oh and then don’t forget that people now travel with drones. Oh yes. Because it wouldn’t be a proper holiday without an aerial shot of you casually lounging pool side. Time to step up your game.
My actual candid shots usually feature me stuffing an ice cream cone in my face or looking very confused at a foreign language sign.
I am not saying that these awesome travel writers aren’t actually traveling but…are they? Are they really enjoying themselves? Because I didn’t when I was trying to be them. And I can promise you that Jimmy didn’t enjoy me either.
But here’s the deal: these gals are professional travelers. They are sponsored and paid to do thise. It’s their job.
It isn’t mine.
I love to travel. I travel because I love history and culture and food. I really really love food- this year’s extra 8 pounds can attest to that. And maybe in a perfect world, I will someday be as fortunate as these women. Maybe some day I will get that one viral post that gets me sponsored and sends me to Fiji. But until then, I am just someone who enjoys life and enjoys traveling and enjoys chronicling all of these things just because I like it.
I am not going to post every day.
I am not going to fly a drone over my next historic city.
I am going to get back into this and write about what I enjoy writing about. So please stick around if that is something you are interested in hearing about.
Thanks for hanging in there with me.