I guess you could call it a crisis of blogging, this thing I'm having.
I don't want to write just for the sake of writing. I don't want this place to become some place I have to come and have to write for.
I also feel an obligation to my readers. The amazing people who have supported me and written to me and encouraged me. The ones who, even though we've never met in person, I have included in my extended family.
I have ideas. I have things I want to say.
I just have no drive or desire to come here to share them.
I came up with this theory the other day. After getting home from a trip and wanting to come here and share where I'd been and what I'd done and all the pictures I'd taken. I wondered if this was something I did to reassure myself, or to work things out (I know this is true. I only said a hundred times.) and that now I go out and live and work it out as I go.
I have more people in my life, physically, day to day. I work things out with them. They have become my sounding board.
Except I'm realizing as I write this that I still have stuff to work out. Obviously.
And I'm still pretty fond of psychoanalyzing myself.
I don't know where I'm going with this.
Just wanted to let you know what's going on.
Except I didn't really say anything, did I.
1 comment:
I could have written this.
There is so much to say, but I don't know how to say it. Then again I don't always feel like saying it.
I'm sure few read my blog any more and those that do are amazed at my merry go round of same ol same ol drama. Amazed and tired of.
You have so many exciting things happening it would be hard to put them here w/out feeling like you were taking something special away from them by turning them into keyed words. I get it.
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