I reached a point where i felt like I could either blog about my life or live it.
I could plant and weed and water my garden or i could blog about how overgrown it had become.
i could take hikes and enjoy lazy afternoons with my husband or i could spend the whole time writing about it in my head and then feeling like a failure when the posts never made it to the internet.
I could have great adventures living my life and savoring the weird stuff that happens (for instance, there was an ORGAN at the farmers market yesterday....playing Phantom of the Opera....complete with a soprano. they were selling CD's but the whole effect was surreal) or i could worry about getting a good photo or to post along with the experience (nothing could really capture my farmers market experience. nothing. come visit me some friday, maybe they'll do an encore). and then fight with the internet connection when i actually DID manage to get the perfect photo or video and it refused. to. upload. (Windstream lies by the way. Highspeed service has been coming to me "next quarter" for the past 3 years!)
So i gave myself permission to stop. i tweeted micro-posts to Facebook (facebook.com/stasigh) when the moment was just too good to keep to myself and savored the rest, or called my mom or my sister or my sister in law and told them the story that was too perfect not to share. I basically let go of feeling guilty about blogging. or NOT blogging as the case may be in my case. I am not and will probably never be a professional blogger (doesn't that sound like a sweet gig though?) so why let a hobby make me feel bad.
I may dip back into it, some events and musings must be recorded for future generations and 140 characters is not enough to capture some of my most bizare experiences and deepest ruminations. and i can post via e-mail. but no promises. no pressure. and no guarantee that there will be a photo, or one that has anyhing to do with the post. we'll see. it seems a shame to abandon a 9 year old blog. 9 years is a long time.
...besides, i have some thoughts to share about radishes.
2 comments:
i love you stasia and i totally understand the blogging guilt and i totally agree that it is ridiculous for a hobby to make you feel bad. hobbies are supposed to be fun! that said i'm glad you're going to be back even just a little because its so much more fun to read a blog when its written by someone who shares your brain :)
Can I completely agree with what Ami said? Cause I do.
PS the word verification for this post was THCMRI. A possible new drug screening method?
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