I keep coming to my blog and looking at it, then looking away, then looking again. And each time I do, I walk away feeling guilty. Guilty that I really haven’t been posting much the last few days.
I’ve been busy with boring life stuff, but stuff that needs tending to all the same. I’ve also been feeling a little tongue tied, so that makes it hard to share. It’s not that I don’t have opinions on ABSOLUTELY everything, it’s that my brain is having a hard time completing sentences. In fact, just writing this much hurts.
I also, have not been cooking. There I said it. I’ve been feeding my family crap take out and boxed meals. *hangs head in shame* For the record, there is no way to photograph Kraft Dinner and pass it off as your own. It’s completely identifiable under any circumstances.
I’ve been blogging for three years now. Three years, and not once have I felt resentment to it. Until this week. This week it feels like a burden. So, I’m not coming back to look here for a few days. I’m not even going to look at my analytics. Okay, I might peek. No, no I won’t, that will only depress me. GAH! What am I turning into?
I’m not even sure that I’m allowed to admit this as a blogger. It this like committing blogging suicide? I’ll ponder this and many more questions over sangria the next few days.
I’ll be back next week, revitalized and ready to blog about travel, cooking, drinking, raising my girls, and best friends. Because damn it I have a blog about best friends that’s just festering but not forming onto the page quite yet.
Wait for me. Don’t forget me. It’ll only be five days. I promise.