I've been bloggerwhelmed of late.
For months, when talking to friends about events in my life I would say "Oh, I don't need to tell you all the details, just go to my blog -- it's all there." Whenever anything even slightly noteworthy happened I would think, "Must remember these details to get it on my blog." When nothing noteworthy happened I would think, "Must make dull life into interesting blog post."
Then there was the need to read all the blogs I was following and comments on all the blogs I was following and hope that the blogs I was following would be reading and commenting on my blogs. This meant constant checking of my blog to see who had read it, who had left a comment and who hadn't.
And then (and maybe this was a blessing) my web access at work wouldn't allow me to get to my blog. I could go to other blogs just not my own. This effectively shut me down, as when I got home from work the last thing I wanted to do was fire up the computer. I was starting to feel anxious and also weirdly paralyzed. I'd be letting people down if I didn't blog. I'd be missing my fellow bloggers if I didn't read their posts. There wasn't enough time to work full-time and blog. Arrgghhh!!!
March 8th my future became crystal clear -- in full blown HD no less. And if I didn't do something soon I would be in serious trouble. Sorry to be harping on House, but...
The episode was called "Private Lives" and the sickie was Frankie, an avid blogger. She blogged everything from everywhere. And I mean everything.
Did I want to end up like this?
Nope, not for me. So I turned off my WiFi, closed up my laptop and returned to the BlogFreeZone. I saw a dog sitting in a café sharing a latté with her owner. I didn't blog. My mother came for a visit for a week (I drank a lot of wine). I didn't blog. My best friend turned 40. I didn't blog. I made Lavender Creme Brlueé from scratch. And they were great. I didn't blog. I got new orthotics. I didn't blog.
It was great. It was freedom. It was sheer glorious laziness. It was kind of lonely. I realized I enjoyed the interaction with my fellow bloggers, and I cared about what they were up to. So I'm back but with some personal guidelines:
I will not obsess if I miss a day or two posting
I will not obsess if I miss reading all your wonderful blogs
I will not take it personally if people do not comment
I will try to comment on your blogs, but won't obsess if I don't
I will enjoy the process
I will enjoy the Lavender Creme Bruleé I'm making tonight (and may blog about tomorrow)