I’ve been distracted.
There was the buying of a house, which was way more emotional than I expected. Then there was the cleaning and staging of my house, which was exactly as dull as I expected. Then I went to BlogHer, which was not as fun as I expected. Then there was the offer on our house, which was harder than I expected.
It turns out that selling your house feels a little like throwing out a member of your family. There might be something in there about expectations too, but that’s another post.
And through all this I had Olympics to watch.
Like I said, distracted. When your emotions are on a rollercoaster and you have to shine your bathroom fixtures every 3 hours, you need to empty your plate a little to keep your sanity. What I mean is I had to take a blogging vacation because I couldn’t fit everything in.
Blogging takes time and it takes work, it’s like exercise that way. It’s easy to take a break, not so easy to get started once you’ve let it slide for a little too long.
I like blogging. I like it because it reminds me of who I am and who I want to be. I like sharing my stories. I like the reminder to be open and vulnerable. That reminder stays with me long after I’ve left the screen.
When I stop blogging, even just for a week, I forget about sharing my story and I forget about being vulnerable. Very quickly I become somebody I don’t want to be. Someone who withdraws inside of myself.
For me blogging isn’t about who is listening. I love comments and retweets as much as anyone but that’s not what is most important to me. For me blogging is a reminder to share who I am, all the time.
So I am going to carry on blogging. Through the packing and the move and the unpacking because to give it up and take a break means I am taking a break from who I want to become.
No new house is worth that.