I haven't been blogging as much lately, and part of that is that I just haven't found myself with the time on my hands that blogging requires. I blog because I have more to say than I have people sitting around wanting to hear. In other words, it is an impulse born of both idle time to think and a certain amount of loneliness.
Both of those things have been lacking in my life of late. I'm booked up, my plate is full, my calendar is full, my To Do list is long, and I'm hardly ever alone.
And, then, like many bloggers who have focused on their parenting or their homeschooling I see it changes as the kids get older. Privacy of course, but also the stuff we are doing is just less cute and photogenic. I still want to blog, but the blog is about me.
Me? What me? Where is the me in the center of juggling work and homeschooling, chores and errands, hobbies and learning and the slim chance of a small social life or a bit of alone time with my husband.
Maybe that's the best reason to keep trying to blog. Maybe it can hold me accountable to myself; maybe it can keep me paying attention to myself.
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