443 posts later, still doubting myself

I’m done moving posts from other platforms into this blog. When this text is published, the archive will contain 443 blog posts.

I don’t know what I thought I would feel after going through this time-consuming and boring task. Relief? Satisfaction?

I don’t feel any of that.

Mostly, I feel drained and empty. I’ve even thought about unpublishing all entries posted before the first one after my return to Bear, Happy cinnamon bun day.

But I’m not in a good enough state to make that decision today, so I’ll leave things as they are for now.

Even if the transfer was one of the most tedious things I’ve ever done, it was also quite interesting. It was no surprise that many of the posts were about blogging and writing, but what really struck me was the number of posts about doubt.

There were doubts about...

• Blogging in English
• What content to share
• What platform to use
• Having one or two blogs
• Whether I should blog at all

There were a lot of posts like that. More than I would have imagined. It’s honestly a bit of a mystery that I’m still blogging.

And even 443 posts later, I still doubt myself all the time. Maybe not as much as a couple of years ago, but there’s still a fair amount of overthinking going on.

I’m not writing this in the hope of getting a bunch of “you’re doing fine” messages (which posts like this often seem to invite). I’m sharing it because I’m sure there are others out there feeling the same thing, thinking they’re alone in it.

You’re not alone. You’re in good, doubtful company. And whatever that voice in your head is telling you:

Keep on blogging!