How this all started

Stack of Books on "Coming Back from a Hiatus"

I was in my senior year of high school, and I was trying my best to be a writer when being a writer had never been so accessible. Self-publishing was booming, and I wanted to boom right along with it. I read so many blogs, books, and articles on writing and publication. All of them suggested creating and cultivating a social media presence.

Of course, that was no problem for a young, female millennial. I started making social media accounts under my preferred handle: LissyWrites. I created this blog last. In my first day or two, I wrote around eleven or twelve posts, scheduled them out, then started posting to social media. I grew a pretty steady following. People were interacting with me, we were sharing ideas, and I felt like I was embedded in a strong community.

Then, a year, maybe two, later, life happened. I was working long hours, school was getting harder, the finish line was growing ever closer, and all of this – my blog and my community – were growing more and more distant. Despite achieving so much at work, at school, and in life, I felt like such a failure because I was letting my blog and social media life, a life that had brought me so much joy, fall to the wayside. So, rather than make any attempt to put more time into my blog, I just stopped altogether.

It was easier to let go, and I did. I went on hiatus. That decision is one that I still regret to this day.

Now

It’s been a year or two of infrequent edits and re-posts. My group of regulars have moved on to what I hope are bigger and better things. When I started back posting regularly and updating social media like I used to, I felt like I was throwing words out into the ether. Was anyone there? Had anyone ever been there to begin with? I felt that self-consciousness creeping back. That fear of failure was palpable.

I wanted desperately to run, hide, and to pretend I hadn’t even tried to come back. I had made that decision before. The definition of insanity, as they say, is to do the same thing over and over and expect a different outcome. So, I kept posting. I kept writing, and I update social media frequently.

I have met so many lovely people. People with a multitude of talents: baking, wreath-making, candle-making, writers, etc. I feel like I have gotten a life I lost back. It’s wonderful. Don’t let the fear of failure keep you from doing what you love to do. Who knows what wonderful experiences you’ll end up missing just because you were frightened.

Lissy


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