Sunk costs are hard. Admitting a cost is sunk is like fighting human instinct. Happens in life… and in sport (duh).
A sunk cost is, essentially, a cost that you can’t recover. Take, for instance, my dance classes. I pay for those in advance and I attend class one hour each week for eight weeks. After I pay that fee, that money is gone. Even if I don’t go to any classes, there is no way I’m getting that money back. Where the issue with sunk costs come in is in decision making. For instance, if before class one day someone invites me out to dinner I’ll say no because I paid for the class so I feel like I should go, even though that money is already gone and I can’t get it back so I shouldn’t be making decisions with about it any longer.
But it’s not that simple, is it?
I feel like I owe you an explanation.
I started this blog for a few reasons but mainly because I wanted to work in sport and I wasn’t working in sport. But earlier this year, I started working for a sports marketing research company and I love it. It also means that I have an outlet to talk about sport now, which I didn’t previously.
On top of that, I started working a second job (a girl’s gotta eat, right?) which takes up a lot of time so when I have free time… I got stuff to do. And usually, writing isn’t on top of that list, no matter how much I love it.
So am I giving up the blog? Nah. But can you expect me to write at the frequency that I had been? Sorry, but no. But after I write this post, I’m going to que up a few posts for you as to not completely abandon you.
I’ll try and be better.
See you soon.
Hi, blog. I have missed you.
People ask me every so often if I still blog and why I haven’t written recently and the answer is simple: life. It’s not that I don’t love updating, because I do, and it’s not that I run out of ideas, because I don’t, but inspiration is not endless and sometimes, when I have to choose between going to the beach on the first weekend of summer or sitting down and researching a blog post for an hour, I’ll choose the former.
And I’m sorry about that.
With the new year approaching (you all know how much I love the new year) I’m inspired again. I’m not saying I’m going to be posting twice a week like I used to… but you’ll be hearing from me more often. I promise.
But not until after I ring in 2015 in style.
Happy New Year, readers. I really have missed you.
This, my friends, is called burnout.
It happens when you do too much all at once (or when you press the brake and the accelerator in a car at the same time – yay for homonyms!) and that is where I’m at right now. It’s very disappointing that it’s happening at the start of the year when I’ve got so much motivation (but no sleep).
Not to mention, I need to rethink the purpose of this blog. It’s not done what I wanted it to do and I need to think before I continue on without direction.
So, for now, while I refocus my life and reorganize my thoughts, I’m going to be posting a bit less. Like… once a week. I’m sorry and I love you all. Stay tuned.
Oh, the new year.
I LOVE the new year. I said the same thing last year. Not only is it a time for new beginnings (and who doesn’t love new beginnings?) but it’s a time for reflection. And, as I did last year, I am going to reflect on the sporting moments that made 2013 notable. Looking back, I see that 2013 wasn’t a great year for sport. At least not in my opinion. There were a few highs… but then there were some very, very low lows. Thank God for new years and new starts, amirite?
Do you all have any idea how much I hate being away from my blog?
In case you don’t, let me tell you: SO, SO, SO much. That fact that I missed AFL play-offs time just twists the knife.
I don’t yet have internet at my new house (big drama – let’s not get into it) so I rarely have the chance to update. But never fear: as soon as Telstra pulls their heads out, this blog will be up and running once again.
I’ll be back soon – don’t give up on me yet.
Last year, when I was watching one of GWS’ first games, I told the boyfriend that I loved Jeremy Cameron – he was my new favourite player (and if you were reading my blog back then, you know that this is truer than true). A fight broke out in the household because he disagreed with me (“He won’t get a game next year,” was what was said, if I remember correctly).
I lost my bid for Jeremy Cameron for Rising Star (HE WAS ROBBED) despite my campaigning efforts.
But now look: he’s leading the Coleman.
How amazing would it be if he won? And his parents – Did you see Richo interview them during Round 19? Flawless. – will be fantastic to see again.
So I’m just putting it out there: Jeremy Cameron can, and will win the Coleman this year.
KILL IT JEZZA.