For the past two weeks I just haven't had my heart in writing. I wrote that I was wanting to write and excited as well in a previous post but that has deflated like a long old balloon with a ppppppffffffffttttt sound as it exhales it's last remaining bit of umpf.
Am I getting too much blog life and not enough of living life? Did I get myself over my head trying to juggle 4 blogs and trying to write to all that make a comment? Heavens I have barely the time to read other blogs anymore and I'm not fully reading them as I want to.
Is it the weather that is calling to me with it's brilliant blue skies? The green hills that I want to walk upon?
All of that but also I'm not sure if I am blogging like I use to. Life has changed and my tempo has too. Am I writing for me or for others? Is anyone out there? I see that I have activity and then again I sometimes see nothing. As one who writes by blogging, feedback does encourage my writing so a lack of response discourages me. Do I mind writing just for myself? No....yes.
Am I saying goodbye to blogging? Maybe. I guess I'll just play it by ear.
I haven't taken a decent photo in ages. I haven't caught up on my home movies that I have struggled to archive. I need to decide where to store all my photos and upload them to a new place which will take time. I want to work on the family genealogy that is time consuming but a pleasure and excitement at finding where that leads to. I want to make friends and get out with them. I've become lazy. I've been depressed. I've been everywhere in my head but where I want it to be. Where blogging use to help I feel sucked dry now.
I need to rethink
