Why I no longer care about this blog

There was a time when I cared about the posts I wrote here. This is no longer the case. In the beginning, posting daily was a great challenge. I learned to trust myself to come up with a topic in one day and to write about it (somewhat) coherently. There still are days when I have a topic I want to reflect on. On these days blogging is as fun as ever. But for every day like this, there are two days when I'm just writing something to keep the streak alive. I think I know a way to write something I would consider meaningful each day. For example, I could write fiction. From experience I know that this takes (a lot) longer than 1.5-2h per day. I could also spend the entirety of my free time to learn, and to think about topics for this blog. I'm not willing to do either.

I want to do more wild experiments. Work on things I'm sure will fail. Things I will be bad at at first. I know I won't do this if I force myself to publish everything. When I force myself to publish something, I tend to keep it safe. But the quality of posts follows a normal distribution. And by trying to avoid the awful posts on one end of the spectrum, I'm removing the potential to write really great posts. I'll end up in the middle, where all the bland tasting, unremarkable posts are.

Ideas are fragile things. Getting a first version out fast to see if it might work is great. It's hopefully something I will continue to do, and improve on over time. But sometimes, it's possible can work on something and realise that it didn't work out. That's part of the process. Only because the outcome didn't turn out as intended doesn't mean that it wasn't worth a shot. But daily blogging doesn't give me the peace of mind to work on these ideas.

At least that's the story I'm telling myself.