on revisiting the idea of blogging

an amygdala
2 min readMar 21, 2024
Photo by Yannick Pulver on Unsplash

I’ve been thinking about getting back into blogging, but I initially did it in a way that led me to some pretty extreme disillusionment. I felt like I was part of a content mill and the process just became so performative. I did not want things to pan out like they did. I reached a dead end of sorts.

I think there was this pressure to succeed. We live a carnivorous capitalist society, so success tends to be defined as making money. And as the algorithms became more and more unkind, I lost the point of it all.

I do still write of course. Most of my job is writing messages.

I also edit frequently.

First draft: Why in the ever-loving hot springs can’t you handle a simple request from me? I am lost for a way to make this clearer to you.

What I send: That’s not quite what I’m looking for. How can I help clarify my ask?

Back to the topic at hand: Writing can’t be mainly about the money anymore for me. And it doesn’t have to be because I make my money in other ways. I miss writing. Crafting sentences and stories- this is my creative outlet of choice.

Today, I accidentally began to read yet another ‘how to make money by blogging post’, and I wanted to peel the film off of my eyes. I am so sick of the hustle of it. I don’t know. Maybe I’m jaded. Maybe I’m being unfair. I’ve just lost patience with these posts.

You know what else I hate doing when I write blog posts?

I hate writing titles. I mean- I really loathe it. And then I’m tasked to go find some dumb picture. I hate that too. I wish I could just write title-less, picture-less blog posts. Maybe I can, but probably not on this platform.

I’m still thinking it all through. We’ll see what happens.

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an amygdala

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