It feels like just last week that I put up my last post, but apparently it has been more than a month. Yeesh.
Back before blogging, I used to journal. (I still do, sometimes, though blogging often takes that space.) Looking back over my old journals, I definitely had times when I wrote more often, and then months would go by and I wouldn’t write a thing. Seems like the same thing is happening here.
I’ve wondered if I should just shut the whole thing down, because, really, who am I kidding? I don’t really want to do that, though. I like having this space when I need it.
Part of the not blogging so much may be because I often feel like I don’t have much new to say. Part of the not blogging may be because if I wrote it down, I’d actually have to deal with it.
I am doing well. I can see definite progress in myself in many ways, and in many ways I despair that progress is so slow in coming. And I get tired of saying that over and over, so I just don’t.
Let’s make a deal: I’ll blog when the muse strikes, I’ll try not to avoid blogging in order to avoid my feelings, and you continue to not give me a guilt trip about it (you’ve been really great about that, by the way).