Once again, I forgot to acknowledge my blog's birthday this year (May 11). I've spent my free time the past couple of days reading through my 2007 posts, which is a remarkably narcissistic way to spend one's time, but still enlightening. I remembered many of those posts, but hadn't realized how early and close together they'd appeared. I wrote with much verbosity and frequency when I was still working full-time, spending 9 hours in front of a computer and doing surprisingly little work.
I'm also posting less because, well, I've said already, and repeatedly, much of what I'm thinking about these days. A graph of the number of posts per month over the last three years looks sort of like the EKG of a dying patient. I've mentioned that "He makes me laugh all the time, and he makes me frustrated all the time, and I'm not sure why I didn't know it would be like this," and that's pretty much my theme these days. I even start to bore myself when I talk about how wonderful Thumper is, and I'm not really interested in turning this blog into a place where I complain about the difficulties and frustrations that are a built-in part of raising a kid. And since I do this kid wranglin' thing full time, that doesn't leave me with much more to talk about.
What else was different then? I was funnier. I was livelier. I was a better performer. I think I had a voice then that I've lost. I had a more exuberant attitude about a world that I was discovering, and now I'm in a rut that doesn't inspire me as much as all those heady changes did back then. Plus, More Than a Minivan Mom and I had a falling out. She had and has a large following that bled over onto my blog when she added me to her blogroll. When we had a falling out that led to her removal from my blogroll and my removal from hers, it resulted in the loss of many readers and many commenters over here, though I suspect it had no effect on her readership over there. So sometimes I feel like I'm writing to my family and not many more than that, which still has value, but doesn't give me that intoxicating feeling of being an internet superstar.
Anyway. Those were crazy times. These are crazy times. The end.
3 comments:
Hey, now no pity parties. I'm still reading. I just don't comment as much as I used to. Life got busy this last year. But, I have noticed the quietness and knew there was family stuff going on, so I've laid (layed) low(er) too. I still enjoy reading about thumper and can't believe he's so big. He was just a small fry when I started reading.
You aren't losing your voice, you're finding it. There is less need to entertain. The truth is in there....
Keep writing. It doesn't matter how much or how little. I know how you feel - I go back and read old posts occasionally and think, "wow! I was on to something.... what happened?!" But life changes with these people we're responsible for, and we change too. I love coming and reading your blog, I feel that I'm talking to a friend in the trenches.
Thanks, guess I got a little bummed out for a minute there. No what cures bummed out? A new LCD TV from the wife for Fathers' Day!
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