No seriously, I am.
It’s not that I don’t love blogging…. I do. I love the process of it. Something happens, or I see something in my home, or I read an especially fascinating bit of something and the chain of thoughts begins. The normal person thinks, “Well now, isn’t that interesting,” and moves along with their day. The blogger, on the other hand, immediately starts to think in terms of layout. Photos. Title. She starts to draw parallels and formulate sentences and paragraphs in her head. Every little daily happening, every little chance encounter, every little revelation of the mind becomes more than just the passing elements of one’s life… it all becomes fodder for this machine we call the blog. We don’t just live life, we analyze it, crystallize it, preserve it and ultimately share so many little slivers of our days. Slivers that would otherwise just fade down into the forgotten. And personally, I love that. O yeah.
It’s not that I don’t love you… all of you, my sister blogger-ettes. In the few years I’ve been blogging, I think I’ve met more fantastic women, more potential Best-Friends-Forevah than I can count. I don’t suppose that’s surprising with the unlimited resources quite literally at my fingertips: search engines and message boards that cater to one’s unique little slice of interest and friends lists and blog carnivals and Etsy and Skype… oh Lordie! Skype! Skype, how I love thee, let me count the ways.
I’ve met so many wonderful women, so many dear friends. Or more accurately potential dear friends, because with a few blessed exceptions, I’ve not been able to invest enough to move those relationships from online acquaintance to real friendship. As wonderful as you all are, I’m not able to answer emails as I should. I’m not able to visit all of your blogs and leave comments as I’d like. For heaven’s sake, lately I’ve not even been able to respond to the wonderful, thoughtful, delightful comments you all leave for me here! I don’t like that.
It all just takes so much time. You see, unlike many of you, I am not a fast worker. In fact I could reasonably be referred to as p..o..k..e..y. I take three quarters of an hour to wash the supper dishes. A basket of laundry can take me a half hour to fold (and that’s not counting the ironing.) It’ll take me a week to sew a dress. And hours to write a blog post. I know many of you can whip off fantastic articles in minutes, but not me. You can zip through your library of photos, finding the perfect one in an instant… meanwhile I’m still sittin’ here working on my title. And sometimes while I’m sitting here working out that title there really are other things I should be doing. Sometimes while I’m writing about housekeeping I actually have dirty dishes sitting in my sink. Sometimes I’m putting off my own quiet time in lieu of finding just the right scripture verse to finish off a blog post. eeek, did I really just write that? There have been times I sat at this computer, waxing eloquent over my love for my children… while they sat upstairs on their beds waiting for me to read with them. I don’t really like that all that much. More importantly I don’t think the Lord is terribly thrilled either.
So yeah. I’m thinking of giving up blogging. Or maybe just scaling back to a single post each week. Or maybe once each coupla weeks. Maybe one post a month. Or so. Because, as happy as blogging makes me, clean dishes and studying scripture and reading with my kids pleases me more.
I think it pleases Him more too.