James Moes called me “the boy who cried wolf” a couple of weeks ago. We were both in Palm Springs to speak at the Beloved Festival. I had just written – yet another – blog post about me wanting to write more here on the blog.
“You say you will and then you never do”, he said and laughed.
Or that’s not true, James doesn’t laugh, he may have smiled slightly, his dry sense of humor shining through his hipster facade (I say that lovingly by the way).
And I know it’s true, I keep saying I’ll write more, but then I never do. The other day when I was flying home to Brisbane from Sydney I tried to break down why I find it so hard getting back into writing on the blog again. Part of it is because this is my shop front, my portfolio. I don’t have a separate portfolio site, this is the first thing my potential clients see when they go to my site.
This is my facade.
So I hold back.
Oh, how I hold back.
I’ve started a re-branding project where I’m moving the blog back. Instead of it being my shop front, I’m going to let it be my back room. It’s a cosy little place out the back, you have to go through my portfolio room to get there, past the bathrooms with the lavender soaps and folded towels, past the kitchen with that fancy Italian coffee machine and around the corner. It’s a small room with old beaten floorboards, a nice comfy couch and prints on the wall, art posters, quotes and notebooks spread across the rickety old coffee table made from driftwood. A place to relax in, where I can breathe, listen to music and talk about things.
If you look out one window you can see the ocean, through the other the mountains.
I want you to come in and sit down.
I just need to make those changes first.