Musings on personal growth, books, motherhood, writing, and more.
Hello, dear blog friends!
Well, the muse has brought me back—and inspired a redesigned blog! I have changed both my blog’s theme and its name, from “A Bringer of New Things” to just “Sarrah J. Woods.” I’ve grown a lot since I started blogging, and I wanted to update my style accordingly.
I’m also planning a change in my actual blogging style: I want to write more of the longer, thoughtful posts and fewer of the short-and-sweet ones, even though it will mean posting less frequently than before (which was every day there for a while).
But don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll still have short-and-sweet posts sometimes! And I plan to still do occasional posts of my formerly regular features—Lovely Moments, Great Poems, Mind Cleanups, Short Quotes, and Cat Photos. But the daily posting regime I had before is just too much for me now; plus, it feels truer to my soul to write less frequent but more substantial posts….
Confession: a big part of my motivation for doing the daily posting regime before was to increase my blog traffic. I should have known better than to give into temptation and cheat myself for sake of market motivation! I couldn’t sustain that writing position because I’m just not that kind of writer—and I know you, my sweet readers, aren’t either!
“This above all: to thine own self be true.” (Hamlet)
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I’m happy to report that I’ve been feeling GREAT, and also that I’m doing better than ever with my freelance writing business. (Freelance writing is where it’s okay for me to write what other people want me to, because it’s crystal clear that the content is not what I want to write!) I enjoy doing the work, but the client management part…not so much. However, I’m getting the hang of it more and more with each new job.
Things do feel busy, though, but I’ve fortunately been feeling well enough that as long as I stay committed to taking care of myself ABOVE EVERYTHING ELSE, I manage just fine.
I’ve been thinking about how, in the past, I was my own enemy, pushing and driving and berating myself all the time. Now, thank Life, I am my own guard and protector, caretaker and rescuer—I am no longer my own enemy, but my own shepherd!
Life really works better that way.