Yesterday’s post showed little activity and received few responses. This has been the case lately, and I was prepared for that. I mentioned that this is the kind of thing that happens when you push yourself away from the pc and make the decision to have a life, and it has. I spend hours on the computer each day as it is: I sort through notifications of posts in my emails, comments, and messages left for me. I try to hit some of the subscriptions that I hadn’t gotten to in previous days, stop by some that subscribe to me, and others that popped by to take a peek/see. I respond to comments left for me, and personal emails.I try to write a post of my own. Most often I don’t, because I don’t have time. I try to work on my manuscript. Most often I can’t, because my brain is fried. It got to the point that I was no longer sitting outside breathing in beautiful days, reading books, crocheting, sewing, or trying out new, complicated recipes. I didn’t have much of a life before blogging, but what few interests I did have were slowly dwindling away. I was addicted.
I don’t have a Facebook account–I did, hated it, and shut it down two weeks into it–don’t Twitter; have no time to go through WordPress anymore reading random blogs in order to stir up interest and activity for my blog. I honestly don’t mind that I no longer can’t. I’ve accepted that mine will never be the blog that receives hundreds of hits or dozens of comments per day. Personally, I think the reason few people leave comments is because they fear just what kind of reply will spill forth from a head that has no filter on it’s thoughts. Ha..ha.. Especially when the topic concerns relationships, you throw my best friend, Pandora Patty, into the mix, and the rest of the women get wound up. My blog will always be simmering and never full boil, because I can’t/won’t turn up the heat anymore. I have a competitive nature, and it used to bother me, because I felt I had to do and be more. I was a gerbil trying to conquer the wheel by keeping it spinning.
I got to thinking about this when Sully was sick and I took time away from blogging. I couldn’t write, didn’t feel like having human interaction, so I was forced to find this and that to distract me every day from the impending doom that enveloped me from his gradual demise from cancer. It occurred to me one day while doing these things that I really enjoyed them and realized how much I missed them. How much I was sacrificing.
Winter is quickly approaching and with it the bitter cold that prohibits me from playing outside. I’ll no longer be able to take my coffee out in the morning, watch the sunrise, feel the cool breeze on my face; allowing my mind to wander and be inspired as I take in the view and write. I’ll have less reasons to be outside, and more why I should sit in and blog: A fire in the hearth warming my back as I peruse all your thoughts on the holidays, experiences you’re having, and gaze at the beautiful photo’s you’re taking of white landscapes. I suppose this is why Winter is a better time to blog for me than Fall, and reasons why you may hear from me less at times. Those and these……
I don’t have a laptop. In a perfect world. Until I do and can blog from it outside, I’d much rather be looking at this during the day then my pc screen. Perhaps not paradise for everyone, but nirvana for me. Us country folk don’t want or require a lot. Pissy had to push away a little and get her priorities straight. I had to remind myself that what may work for some of you, won’t necessarily work for me. That’s okay though. That’s why it’s called PISSY’S Litterbox. You know…all about me!
I just wonder….what moves you? Is your scale properly balanced? Hmm…?