So long, The Pin the Map Project ๐
How do you know when itโs time to move on from a project?
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How do you know when itโs time to move on from a project? This is something that Iโve been thinking a lot about lately. Recently, I deleted The Pin the Map Projectโmy very first travel blog and, in many ways, the catalyst for so much in both my personal and professional life. The deletion of The Pin the Map Project (henceforth known as PTM) has been a long time coming. For years now (quite literally, years), it has sat in the recesses of the internet, gathering dust, acting like a forgotten time capsule of a chapter Iโd long since closed.
I havenโt touched my blog, havenโt written for it, and havenโt so much as logged into WordPress to update its plug-ins. This got me thinking about why we hold onto the things weโre no longer invested in or have the time to commit to. Iโve kept paying for my blogโs website hosting all these years, essentially paying a monthly subscription for nostalgia. If I dig deep, I think I held onto PTM all this time because I hesitated to release something I once poured so much time, energy, and money into. I hesitated letting go of something I once loved fiercely, even if it no longer served me in the present.
This changed recently when a conversation with a loved one prompted me to type in my blogโs URL and discover the website was no longer functional. At some point in the past few years, I had gone from paying for an abandoned blog to paying for the ghost of a website that no longer worked, and so, with one swift click of a buttonโnot giving myself time to overthink itโI finally deleted PTMโฆpermanently.
The moment I realized my blog was irretrievably gone, I felt compelled to honor its legacy in some small way. After all, my travel blog was once the spark that ignited my dogged determination to chase a career in travel writing, andโonce that spark became a full-blown infernoโreshaped the landscape of my life, tearing down relationships, an engagement, a wedding, and a career so that from its ashes arose a newer and truer version of myself.
Once upon a time, I started PTM in my early twenties with the ambition toโas the name suggestsโadd pins to my map. When I began my travel blog, it was both fueled by wistful ambition and my admiration for the early travel bloggers who seemed to craft unique lives for themselves. For an entry-level post-grad living in NYC and earning pennies at a soul-sucking office job, discovering travel bloggers was nothing short of magical.
I had come across a crop of twenty-somethings who had seemingly managed to create a life that was the antithesis of everything Iโd been told I needed to do: they werenโt working in an office, they werenโt settling down, they didnโt have kids, they werenโt getting married, they werenโt drowning in bills. No, they were traveling and writing about it. The mind reeled.
As I sat in that fluorescent-lit cubicle in downtown Manhattan, surrounded by varying shades of grey, lamenting the Excel spreadsheets on my screen, I decided that if they could travel the world and write about it, so could I.
Back then, I tended to my travel blog like it was a newborn. Iโd stay up late fussing over it, looking for ways to help it grow. Iโd look for ways to soup up its pages, try to research new Wordpress plug-ins and ways to design it on the cheap, teaching myself how to code. I invested what little money I had on a new logoโthe words โThe Pin the Map Projectโ next to a stack of watercolor suitcases and a little paper airplane flying around the letters and bags. I gave myself three months to see if Iโd truly commit to this project before investing in hiring a website designer, spending weeks drafting up rudimentary sketches of what I wanted my dream website to look like.
PTM became my ultimate passion project: a combination of musings and travel articles Iโd write in my spare time. It took time, but eventually, my blog did grow. I landed my first press tripโa short visit to explore Miamiโs cultural sceneโand learned that I could actually travel on the wings of my writing. Eventually, those press trip invites got splashier, from a small trip in Florida to a bigger trip in Indonesia. I began to partner with travel brands on sponsored blog posts or small giveaways. I met with other travel bloggers and looked for chances to expand my network and learn from their successes, which led to invitations to collaborate on projects or speak at conferences.
My writing began to grow too, from self-published blog posts to bylines in publications I admired to, eventually, published books with HarperCollins and Penguin Random House. But while my travel blog blossomed into ample career opportunities, it never quite grew monetarily, and so, as my career began to evolve past my blogโfrom dreaming about travel writing to working as an on-staff travel editorโPTM slowly fell by the wayside and then was left behind entirely.
When I compare my life to where it was when I first pressed publish on PTM to where it is today, itโs a world of difference. My travel blog once gave me something priceless: a field of dreams in which I could run wild with the idea of travel writing, reach for the woman I hoped Iโd grow into, and dare to dream about a career that, at the time, felt far beyond my reach.
At a time in my life when I was rocketing in the direction of the wrong career and the wrong relationship, my little old blog gave me a safe space to play, write, create, and dream with wild abandonโand for that and to all who read it, I remain eternally grateful.
I consider myself a โber gal, which means my favorite months of the year are those months ending in โberโ (i.e., September through December). Spring is okay and the summer heat I tolerate, but nothing speaks more to me than a crisp fall day in New York or the sweet wholesome vibes that build up to the winter holidays. Although January falls outside my โber window, I extend it a courtesy as New Yearโs Day represents fresh starts, which Iโm all about.
All of this is to say that my least favorite months of the year are February and March; in my opinion, the two dreariest months of the calendar year. Itโs around this time of year that youโll find me in the following state: seeking escape in the form of a good read, burying my body in the coziest of sweaters, reaquainting myself with my love of true crime (an obsession that lays dormant after Halloween until now), and making plenty of warm and hearty meals.
What Iโm Reading: Iโm currently reading (and loving) this newly published memoir by Lola Kirke called Wild West Village. This book is a true adventure through a wild, star-studded, glamorous, andโat timesโdisturbing upbringing in Manhattanโs West Village. Lola, who seemingly grew up in the shadows of her older sisters Jemima Kirke (of GIRLS fame) and Domino Kirke (a doula to celebrities), shares candid stories about her childhood and famous parents (her father was a British rocker and her mother a celebrated interior designer) that are shocking, funny, poignant, and honest.
What Iโm Listening to & Watching: My love of true crime usually takes a dip during the winter holidays before resuming in February, when grey skies and cold weather prove the perfect backdrop for true crime mysteries. Iโm currently listening to Crime Junkies (my go-to) as well as this BBC podcast, Stalked, recommended to me by a dear friend. Iโm also watching this new Hulu documentary, a true crime documentary about a series of disappearances that occurred in Indiana in the mid-1990s.
What Iโm Cooking: Iโve been eyeing this recipe from Justine Doiron, which turns the concept of Thanksgiving stuffing into a stew.
My travel memoir: Call You When I Land | My travel book: Wanderess