ON NOT BLOGGING
I am pretty sure that hardly anyone purposely visits my little blog anymore. A lot of the bloggers who used to come here have packed up their own blogs and disappeared, and those who are left have no reason to come here anymore, seen as how I don't post anymore. So here's a post for anyone who pops by, because I feel I owe the blogosphere that at least.
After five years, I seem to have run out of things to say. Nothing sparks that thing off in my brain to make me want to blog anymore. I can read a newspaper, watch the news, observe the ebb and flow of life, and I just don't get that need to record my thoughts anymore.
I can do a Twitter. But Twittering is taking a quick snapshot of life, requiring nothing more than an ability to record a passing thought or action. Blogging requires a lot more of you and I don't have that to give since the kids came.
Also, I don't know quite who I am at the moment. I seem to have assumed the role of someone who is a parent, but I don't know who that someone is. I have thought that I could change the content of the blog from topical to personal. The intense waves of emotion that keep crashing into you post-adoption are something worthy of record. It is unlike any other experience to be had. But this blog doesn't feel very anonymous anymore and I feel it wouldn't be fair on the children somehow.
So, what to do. I don't know. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that this blog saved my sanity when I went through a bleak time and over the years I have been introduced to some great people and have learnt a lot. I love my little blog. But, clearly, I'm not blogging anymore.
I am working on a website where I'm putting up some of my creative writing, and if I ever get that in good enough shape, I'll let you know.
Other than that, I suspect that the rest is silence.