You might have noticed there wasn’t a blog post here a fortnight ago.
Normally I’d have something new to share, whether it’s a book review, thoughts on writing, or whatever was bouncing around in my head that week. This time, however, life was… full. Not dramatic, just full.
It felt like I was being pulled in multiple directions while being tugged through a tunnel into a funnel. Each day presented another unexpected job, another commitment, another project that needed attention. Time really was of the essence because I didn’t have any to spare.
Then, on the last Sunday in June, one of our pastors shared a message that challenged me as we journey into the rest of 2026.
She spoke about remembering what God has already done this year. Recalling the lessons we’ve learned, the messages we’ve heard, the seeds we’ve sown and the testimonies we’ve witnessed. Rather than charging into the second half of the year, she encouraged us to take stock of where we’ve been and what God has been teaching us. As I listened, I realised this was a word in season for me.
Over the following days, I reassessed my daily life. How was I spending my time? Where should I invest more of my energy, prayer and attention? Were my priorities still aligned with the season of life I’m in and, more importantly, with how I believe God is asking me to steward the limited hours He’s given me?
One answer came to mind far quicker than I expected.
This blog.
Please don’t misunderstand me. I enjoy sharing books with you. I enjoy introducing you to wonderful authors, chatting about fictional characters as though they’re real people, and occasionally laughing over the strange rabbit trails my brain wanders down. But somewhere during the past six to twelve months, blogging changed from something I enjoyed into something I felt I had to do.
I’d created an expectation for myself that every fortnight needed a new post. Since so many of my posts are book reviews, I also felt I needed to finish at least one “bloggable” book every two weeks. Instead of choosing whatever I wanted to read, I chose books that fit the criteria I’d created for the blog.
Without realising it, reading became another task on the to-do list.
Looking back, I wonder if that’s partly why I recently wrote about my Gone Fishing experience. I don’t think I’d fallen out of love with reading. I think I’d simply attached expectations to it that were never meant to be there.
So it’s time for a minor change. Rather than feeling obligated to post every fortnight, I’m giving myself permission to blog when I have something to share. That might still be every two weeks… or not.
If I want the chance to write more stories of my own, something has to give. Perhaps that means reading fewer books, writing fewer blog posts, and removing the weight of expectations I’d inadvertently placed on myself.
So, wonderful reader, if you notice my posts becoming less frequent, please know it isn’t because I’ve forgotten about you.
It’s quite the opposite. I still think of you often… and pray for you.
When I discover a story I want to tell you, whether it’s one I’ve read or one I’m living, I’ll be back here to share it.
Until next time,
