The future of my blog

Sometimes I wonder about the future of my blog. I might have to write separate blog posts about how it even started out, and how it’s evolved (or also, how I might have evolved from it, and the other way around: how I evolved, and my blog with me). So many factors to consider.

But I worry about the future. As in, not constantly worry, like a tugging anxiety against me. Just as I think about it now, write about it now, and have occasionally thought about it, talked about it, even, with people, I do worry and what will come of it.

To start, right now, I have 257 blog posts published (some 13 drafts in the works but I will not count those obviously. For who knows when those will ever get published). How many more will I write?

You may not know this, but I keep a list of blog post ideas. Sometimes, I am just sparked with a blog post idea. It can happen any day, any time, even 3am (maybe especially 3am). Very often as I am writing, when I start writing, I think of more ideas. Topics, related topics, will pop into my head and I will think, “write that down write that down” because it would be too much to talk about it all in one blog post, not to mention unorganized. I do like to keep things separate, even if the topics are related. Sometimes there’s just enough separation, difference, and “meat” for a completely separate blog post, even if that one will be shorter. Even if I have partially covered that topic in a different, related blog post, simply for the reason that it made sense there, too, and that blog post would’ve been weaker, lacking, worser off without it.

The worry stems from honestly, worrying about what people will think (I know, lame). Lame in a way but I worry about what employers I guess…might think. Is it unprofessional? And yet I can’t stop. I can’t stop writing. I value and love my blog, even though writing the blog posts isn’t generally very hard for me to do.

I mean, will I have my blog forever? Interested to see how it will evolve even in the next semester, year, by the end of undergrad? Completely unpredictable, honestly. Just like my life in the next semester. Exciting? Scary? Both.