I’ve said this before. More than once.
But here I am again, opening the laptop, tapping out another post: this time I’m going to stick with it.
The thing is, I want to write. I want this blog to be the place where Wilfreds isn’t just jars and sweets on a shelf, but a little window into why I’m doing this, what’s happening behind the jars, and what I’m learning along the way.
Consistency sounds simple until it isn’t. One week turns into three, then suddenly the blog looks abandoned, and I’m left pretending it was all part of the plan.
So why bother trying again? Because even if I’ve been patchy, the moments when I do sit down to write always feel worthwhile.
That’s kind of the point of Wilfred’s in the first place: little bursts of joy, not perfection. This blog doesn’t need to be a polished machine. It just needs to exist, steadily enough that you get to see the story unfold — the ups, the stumbles, the experiments, the reasons I keep going.
So, no grand promises this time. Just a quiet one: I’ll be here more often, sharing what’s going on, even if it’s messy or short or late.
And if I do slip again? Progress is a winding road.
