To Blog or Not To Blog: That is the Question

This post is going to be a little different. Or, to be more precise: me rambling about my experiences with my real life homesteading blog.
Why did I start a blog? What was I hoping to do with it? And what the heck happened? 😂

I tend to jump at new challenges with wild enthusiasm — which is both a blessing and a curse. I had visions of a charming, productive blog, filled with mouthwatering recipes, clever DIYs, and gorgeous photos of life between my garden in Sweden and the finca in Spain.

But let’s be honest. I had no clue how to run a blog. And life… well, it had other plans.
Right now I’m splitting my time between two countries, and “chaos” doesn’t even begin to cover it. The finca needed a full renovation (still not done), the vegetable garden in Spain dried up while I was away (turns out automatic watering systems don’t always work), and my poor Swedish garden has been swallowed by weeds.

Needless to say, it all became a bit too much.

When I first started this blog, I was inspired by all those beautiful homesteading blogs — the ones with stunning gardens and cozy kitchens that seem to exist in a perfectly filtered world. That’s what I thought I wanted. I set my goals sky-high. But you know what? It wasn’t really me.

Life is messy. Unpredictable. I’m terrible at writing recipes (seriously, I measure nothing), and don’t even get me started on photography. Every time I try to style a “rustic” photo, it ends up looking like I accidentally spilled something on an old table.

I’ve thought a lot about whether I should even continue blogging. Would anyone want to follow along with something so… imperfect?

I’m not sure. But here’s what I’ve decided: I’m going to write anyway. I’m going to write for the fun of it, for the messiness of real life, and for anyone who needs a reminder that it’s okay to be winging it.

My garden journey this year? Probably going to be a disaster again.
But next year? Oh, next year I’m getting that bumper crop — come hell, high water, or malfunctioning irrigation.

None of us really live those picture-perfect Instagram lives. We dream of them. We scroll and sigh. But the pressure to make life look perfect? It’s exhausting. Trying too hard and setting my ambitions too high made me stop blogging for months.

So here I am, starting again. Not with perfection — but with honesty.

Let’s see where this goes.

---