About twice a month I want to post about how; "if I'm not blogging about my life much now, it's probably because I'm too busy living it!" Do you ever feel that way?
I don't think I'm important enough, that you need to get a tweet from me, I don't always photo-journal our family on-goings (though sometimes, I will I had, like yesterday when I caught my first fish) but mostly, I guess, there's so much in life worth living, that blogging about it takes last place.
And then I think, I'm such a Debbie Downer because I should be posting about all my craft projects, house updates, hilarious children's anecdotes, and Husband's much appreciated niceties instead of questioning myself about how much of my life am I actually living and how much of it is getting edited and "photo-shopped" in order for it to be blog appropriate. (Yes, that is the longest blog-sentence you have ever read.)
I mean for goodness sakes, our youngest daughter's room has been finished for a few weeks now, but I have yet to post about it. (Partly because my camera has been goofy and my new computer doesn't have photo editing software on it yet and I have so many more important things to take of first...) *sigh*
Maybe this is just a glorified post about how "sorry I am that I haven't updated the blog lately..." or maybe it's more than that, maybe, as many of us veteran bloggers know, blogging will lose it's appeal and reality will set in and we will re-prioritize our lives, knowing that life really is too short (and way too important) to condense into a well-thought out, well-written blog post with stunning photographs.