Today, I miss blogging.
I miss blogging like I miss school, or university. That is, most of the time it's fine and I don't really think about it but every now and again, a memory will catch me out and then it's a bit sad and a bit wistful and a bit weird. My blog circle is entirely different now, I'm a mere observer most of the time and the tight community that developed early on and joined me through my formative years, well, I don't know where most of them are or what they are doing. Although, I do confess to having searched on social media to varying success.
Sometimes, I spy a pied wagtail and wonder what you're up to. I go to a city you live in and I remember meeting here for the first time, how strange it was. Somebody mentions something, and I find myself thinking of a throwaway comment you made, ages ago, candid advice that somehow has stuck.
I'm doing more; I'm thinking less. I still think too much, y'know. But far less than I used to and I've become better at not listening to the voices that remind me of things I cannot change.
Be patient. Be kind. Be positive. Be happy.
I find myself feeling sad sometimes about how much blogging has changed, becoming more corporate, less personal. A lot of people I enjoy reading don't really blog any more - like you, for example - and I miss those voices, too.
ReplyDeleteThanks, I feel the same way and not quite sure where I fit into it all and is it worth continuing to write for potentially a single reader...? I get a burst of decisive motivation sometimes before I fall back into my silent ways. Let's see how long this burst lasts.
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