This winter has been fun and it's been hard. While the snow is slipping beautifully into spring and I've got all the daylight my soul could crave blogging has been difficult.
Not that I haven't got plenty of things to write (I will write forever) I've just had a hard time wanting to keep up with it. I guess if I had to describe the feeling, it's as if I'd "lost all my starch" as my Mom used to say.
It's a combination of things: too many self-doubts (the "why did I ever think I could write?" syndrome) along with a few recent disappointments as well as having so many other wonderful things happening that I feel rather lethargic when it comes to thinking about my blogging future.
Twelve hundred posts, four years and to simply walk away seems unthinkable though I find myself wanting to do just that. I've never been so tempted to shut things down and run off, skipping merrily into the sunset which is why I suppose it's a good thing I can't just walk away. I've worked Scribbit into a business complete with business obligations so even though I may feel like pulling the plug I can't. Not yet . . .
Which is probably a good thing and will keep me from doing anything too rash.
Do you ever get in moods like that? Like the time I was up studying at 2 am in college and got my friend to give me a haircut right then? I needed a pick me up, some change, some excitement and a haircut seemed like a good idea at the time. Hey, it could have been worse, I could have got a tattoo, right?
When I get tired or low I tend to get desperate. Maybe that's all this is, just a mood, which will soon pass and it'll be business as usual. I really hope so because blogging has been so wonderful I'd hate to have it gone from my life.
Well enough introspection. I'm never good at naval gazing anyway . . . so I'll leave you with a link that is truly amazing. An underwater volcano near Tonga erupted yesterday and footage of the eruption can be found at the Guardian. It's the most spectacular thing I've seen in quite a while.
Maybe I should bag the blog and become a vulcanologist. If nothing else wouldn't it be cool to be able to say at a party, "Hey, I'm a vulcanologist"?