And I'm loving every minute.
Blogging is like a big time sucking warp that slowly and surely seeps into every aspect of one's day.
"Oh, these cookies are looking good, I should take pictures and post the recipe"
"My kids are growing up so fast! I should take their pictures and write all the cute stuff they say"
And on and on and on. And then you get to the point where you can talk for hours about nothing in particular, (which is totally a life skill and don't let anyone tell you otherwise) BUT with all the extra time in front of a computer screen documenting, you're actually missing out on all those cute things people are saying in the first place.
I've also had an epiphany of sorts about myself as it pertains to blogging. Once upon a time, I tried to be the best. I was very involved in all things blogging. I joined social network upon social network, and it got to the point where I was putting computer time above all else...
I had to cut back big time because I realized that I had a problem.
You see, I'm the type of person that does things 200%. If I can't do it well, I won't do it at all. In my attempt to be the best blogger of all time ever, I put things like housekeeping and dinner on the back burner. Sure, I still did it, sorta. I mean, when I'd remember to clean the bathrooms I would... usually.
But these last few weeks, I've been reminded how nice it is to be home.
How lovely it is to sit down together and have family time.
How nice it is to have the house always be clean.
How good it feels to have a shining sink.
I forgot how the small and simple tasks can really make home a heaven on earth.
So I unjoined a few social things and I used my delete button happily.
I don't have to have the strongest readership. I don't have to be popular.
I just have to be me.
I like me.
