You know that guy at a drinks party who just doesn’t shut up? On and on goes their inane story, while people feigning interest around them begin to stop listening as they try and formulate the best way to smoothly pretend to catch someones eye across the room and proclaim “oh is that Nic? I’ve gotta say hi to them, so sorry”
Meanwhile the remainder of the group sink into deep despair as they realise that that avenue of escape has now been played out, and they’re now stuck for another rendition of the same story they heard last time, while they all subtly eye each other off, wondering who’ll be the next to cut and run.
The story teller, on the other hand is aware he’s losing his audience, and so his natural reaction is to make the story more interesting, change tact, but most importantly, keep talking.
I’ve often felt like that guy over the last three years in regards to this blog. Post after daily post, constant, relentless frequency, all because in my irrational mind, if I slowed down or stopped, people would disappear.
But lately, I have stopped. You may have noticed this, but as I now suspect, you probably haven’t. What’s even more strange is that I feel completely fine about it. Three weeks without a post passed by before I even realised, and when it did, it felt good. Maybe it’s just the extra vitamin D I’m presumably receiving, or the extra time that I’m presumably making use of.
This isn’t a goodbye however. It’s half of one. I’m planning on continuing to post stuff, but the daily stuff that involves an hour or two per day of trawling through endless design blogs that half of you have checked already is certainly coming to a close.
Call it an attempt at quality over quantity, or an effort to be a bit more original, but really, it’s more about removing the metaphorical Russian goat from my balcony, which is an analogy for another post… Whenever that may be.