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.
jenray
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Didn't manage to keep away from your blog, did I? Actually, it's quite some time since I looked at it, so I was glad I did. Looks like your life is going in a new and interesting direction. Good luck.
It clearly filled a need when there was one, and that need isn't there anymore...I haven't known you long, but enjoyed your company while you were with us...I hope your life will be full and happy without blogland...big hugs to you..