I think the feeling of disenchantment with the internet happens to me at least once a year. A feeling that if I woke up and my blog was erased forever I would be totally OK with the. The wishing that twitter didn’t exist, and that we could go back to a place where we didn’t feel the need or desire to be “friends” with people that we were never “friends” with in the first place.
Bite my naughty tongue, I know.
This internet blogging thing started for a hobby for me, and somewhere along the way morphed into a full fledged job where I employ childcare and everything. Crazy, right? It’s like a dream come true, except when it’s not.
But I think when you find a passion, it’s OK to admit the ebbs and flows.
I’m in a place right now. And it’s not that I’m trying to hide anything, but have just found myself uninterested in capturing my comings and goings for the internet to see. I noticed this over the weekend, when Michael made a comment that he missed my blog. He admitted that if he wants to keep up with me, he’s had to resort to reading babble. Apparently, tough times call for desperate measures.
I want to get back to this blog, because ohemgeeee you wouldn’t believe what this old man said to Gage at the grocery store. And I’d love to tell you about the girls first week of school, Gage’s potty training efforts spearheaded by the belief he’s a super friends, and the time I went to the Indiana State Fair and ate spaghetti ice cream (and loved it).
But Friday is the end of the month, which means I have a full calendar and lots of deadlines to meet. And oh, I just joined a book club with Shireen, which means I have approximately 7 days to read this book. Good thing I’ve heard it’s a page turner.
So yeah, what have you been up to?