When I first started blogging I couldn't imagine that there would be a time when I just didn't feel like it any more - yet that time has come. I've still got lots to say, but don't feel inclined to say it, and I don't know why. It's a couple of months since I wrote any proper posts and I find I can live without my fix. Actually I wonder how I had time to write at all. I used to spend hours on here, and yet I have found those hours have been absorbed into my day quite effortlessly and probably more productively. I hardly feel as though I've got the time for this any more.
This hasn't been the blog I though it would be - I imagined something more humourous and philosophical, and really it has fallen very far short of that. Maybe we tend to be more critical of our own work - it's very difficult to know how good one actually is. I can't even judge properly if this is worth reading, although I imagine that to some people it is or they wouldn't read and then be kind enough to comment.

I don't want to lose touch with friends I've made here. So, what am I going to do? I don't know. I have to find a way to reawaken my enthusiasm for blogging, but at the same time not to spend hours here. It becomes very addictive and I don't want to be addicted any more.