Sweet, sweet blogging. Seriously has taken me through so much of life, why do I feel the need to abandon it now? No, I don't really feel the need to abandon it, but I don't feel the need to blog every. single. aspect. of my life or each new thing I do. There have been SO MANY exciting and new things I've done this summer and this fall, yet I'm keeping every detail to myself. While I believe it makes me cherish each moment a little more, I am still sad at the thought that they will pass by without being recorded to cherish later.
I had french toast and coffee with KT the other day (see? Priceless moment not recorded) and she was writing letters to her momma (another entire priceless continuing moment, yet to be recorded) while I studied and I thought about all the moments I have enjoyed every molecule out of, yet didn't record, partially on purpose. I told her I've journalled (blogging is still private for me at this moment) for the last five years and it's amazing to go back and see where I was at, and I thought about how little I have blogged lately and wondered if I will look back and wonder where this year went. Or if I will remember how very much I cherished it, that I couldn't even write about it.
I love when GFF and her bestie Stalker post simple posts that are just a quick pic from the iphone and what they are doing. It's not a long process, but it shows a quick glimpse of the day and a fun enjoyable moment. Maybe you can do that and have the best of both worlds?
ReplyDeleteI've been feeling the same way lately (hence the mobile pics- Goldilocks, I'm glad you like them!). I think it's just a natural progression/evolution in blogging? Who knows.
ReplyDeleteLove the suggestion! Maybe I'm doing something wrong, but I attempted it on PSD and it didn't go so well. One post posted accurately, and the other disappeared into thin air :( . I'm back to square one as the frustration that occurs with disappearing posts (remember blogger in the old days?) is sooo not worth it. Maybe it's my phone, I don't know.
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