When I started this blog four years ago, there were a few things I told myself I’d never do. One was sharing junk posts – where the writing was crap and the topic uninteresting – basically I didn’t want to half-ass it. It’s a requirement I believe I’m guilty of failing many times. The other thing I didn’t want to do was take a break. I’d try reading other blogs and see a static “we’re not here right now” post, and it made me angry. What was the point in not having a blog if you weren’t going to keep up with it?, I thought. Those people were lazy and I never wanted to be that type of slacker. Never ever ever.
Every week since then – for four and a half years – I’ve written and shared a post. Sometimes even more than one per week. And quite frankly, I’m tiring of the process. It’s starting to feel like work, and because of that, my posts are suffering. The blog has become the opposite of what I wanted it to be.
It’s not that I’m out of things to say or have stopped laughing at my own jokes – last week I told myself that Kansas is the Rodney Dangerfield of states; we get no respect. Then I laughed for 30 entire seconds. Instead, it’s the writing itself – it used to be fun, and lately, it’s just … not.
Rather than forcing us all through some crap we don’t want to read, let’s take some time to do other things. The new Harry Potter book is coming out. Bo and I are getting a dog. I haven’t pickled anything in ages. Plus all of the things you’ve been waiting to do.
The entire summer is out there waiting; I hope to see you on the other side.