I started blogging way back in March 2006 (wow, 5 years ago, time flies). For the next several years, I was an avid blogger, posting on this, that and everthing in between.
I loved it.
I developed a love of writing, of expressing myself. This, considering in my previous life I had despised any form of expressing my thoughts in any form of coherant manner, was no small acheivement.
2010 saw dramatic decreases in my post numbers. My heart just was not in it in anymore. I don't know why.
And now that I am working far more, my desire to blog has waned even further. It took me a week to post our vacation post, for goodness sake.
The other day, Kamden needed to bring a story about when he was a baby to school. The first place we looked to find one was in the blog book from 2006.
We laughed. We cried (from laughing so hard). And we lauged some more. (My writing was pretty laughable)
It reminded me of why I do this. Those memories are priceless and not a one of them did I remember until we read the post out loud.
I am reminded not only of the memories I am preserving but of the community I have missed while I have been absent from this world.
I miss y'all.
Obviously now that I am working, my time to read blogs is much more limited. At the end of the day, after working on a computer all day, I am not that keen on logging onto Google Reader.
While I was on vacation, I did have the time and I realized how much I missed reading my favourite blogs.
So what does this mean?
I hope it means that I will make the time to do something I love.
It's not a promise but it's darn close.