When I was revamping my website, I had this vision that I would be updating my blog on a regular cadence. Maybe not weekly to start, but at minimum once a month. Bi-weekly if I was feeling a little more ambitious.
To be honest, with how 2026 has been going, it’s been hard to justify writing anything that doesn’t pertain to what is going on in the world. In my mind, I know I have a right to express whatever I want, whenever I want, as long as it does not bring harm to others. Yet, the idea of trying to promote a blog post about–for example–turning 32 seems so out of touch when ICE agents had just killed another civilian, and the country goes on strike (I do have a draft regarding the events in Minneapolis that is sitting in my local environment). Or if I wrote something about the big revelations I had about myself during a lap dance workshop, I couldn’t bring myself to publish it when our totally competent current president launched another attack on a nation without Congressional approval.
Yes, I can write about these things. I know I can do due diligence and write a thoughtful piece on what is going on in the world…but I don’t have the emotional and mental bandwidth to do so. I am more than okay with sharing my political stances and opinions, but the fact that I cannot bring myself to write about these things, while knowing that it is a privilege that I can choose not to, and in a way pretend they didn’t happen in this little digital space, it makes me feel unsettled.
But I am not pretending that they didn’t happen, even if I choose not to write about them. Right?
And there is also the thought that, at least in the U.S., I should be writing whatever I want because I have the right to speak my mind as an act of taking space. And because of my identity as a woman in a world that is slowly becoming a real-life The Handmaid’s Tale, I should be taking space. And I want to take space and make space for others who cannot on their own. And I know realistically, I cannot solve all the world’s problems.
Yet, there is still this persistent guilt that won’t erode.
I have noticed that a lot of writers that I admire hold similar viewpoints as I do, and they continue to focus their writings on the topic that they choose. In that, I find comfort and solace. I know where I stand, and I know what I am doing to address the things I can have an effect on. Maybe I found myself in this trap too because I have yet to choose a focus for my writing. I know down the line I will start to gravitate towards a topic that I find joy writing about. Right now I am still trying to just practice writing and get into the habit. My writing may be a reflection of the times I am living in, but it’s not going to fix anything overnight.
And heck, in the age of AI, just writing on my own is a radical act.