I admit last week that I care about my blog traffic and immediately after, it tanks. As in, drops almost 200%. Which feels like a swift kick in the pants.
It also feels like I’m being tested.
Is that the only thing that’s keeping me going?
Will the drop rattle me enough to lose motivation or put me into full on writer’s block?
Do I care enough that it will make me stop writing?
Or, worse yet, label my efforts as a total failure because no one like what I was doing even though I wrote every day?
The more I think about it, the more I realize that my definition of success is directly tied to outward markers like money, blog traffic, social media following, or likes on a photo.
I also have a similarly restrictive definition of what it means to be working; sitting in front of a computer and writing, responding to emails, writing copy. The definition is never wide enough to include things like meetings, coffee dates, or having fun.
If this is a test, I’m okay with it.
My definition of what it means to be successful (and even what it means to be working) could stand to be shaken up and reworked.
Challenge accepted, Universe.