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.