I Have to Be Honest

Oh here it comes.

I don’t read blogs very much anymore.

Except my own, but that’s mostly for spelling and grammar errors.  For some reason I’ve been forgetting to add an s to plural words lately…

But really, I raaaarely find myself spending a lot of time reading other people’s blogs anymore.  And not because I don’t like other people.  Or other people’s lives.  Or even other people’s writing.  But because blog reading had become an unhealthy habit.  Just like over thinking every little thing I eat.  And I kinda felt like the two went hand in hand.

And here’s the thing.  Once I severed the rope between me and my Google Reader and said “Hey, you know you don’t have to read or comment on a million blogs, right?” a funny thing happened.

I felt SO. DANG. FREE.  And once I realized I wasn’t tied to blog reading, I realized I didn’t have to be tied to anything.  Except Joey.  And my family.  And my freckles.  But I kinda like those things anyway  I’ve always felt like I have all these obligations, but the truth was, I was placing all those obligations on myself.  And that’s just plain silly.

So while I love all the amazingly talented people I’ve “met” through blogging and I love that other people enjoy writing about their passions and that there’s an online forum for discussion, I just don’t think obsessively reading and commenting is the life for me.  So you’ll catch occasional comments from me, but it won’t be an every day thing.  And I hope you’re all okay with that.

Because I really am.