This post is dedicated to and inspired by Hippie Cahier who wrote, “What’s Next?”.
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If I am in a public place, I will find a spot where I can be discrete. Then, I will do whatever it takes to locate the hair that is brushing against my arm, tickling my stomach, or moving up and down with every blink of my eye.
Strands of my hair seem to fall out on a regular basis. When the strands get caught in my shirts, skirts, bras, eye lashes, etc., I will not rest until I can locate the irritant and remove it. If it means I have to pull off my shirt to locate the sucker, I will.
When I started blogging, nearly three years ago, my life was an irritant. It was. My marriage was in the crapper, I was deeply depressed, and suicide and divorce crept into my mind far too frequently. So, I wrote about it. After all, I’m a talker.
When a grain of sand irritates an oyster the oyster deals with the irritant by creating a pearl. My life was the grain of sand, and I dealt with the irritant by creating the blog. I realize comparing my blog to a pearl is a bit extreme, but like a pearl-life is precious, and my blog helped me write my way back into that realization and fact.
This blog was therapy for me. I expressed myself with no holds barred, even at the chagrin of my husband at times. Through this blog I wrote about my quirks and irks, and I met others with their own quirks and irks. I joined blogging challenges and participated in group postings, and I struggled with writing for me vs. writing for stats.
At the end of 2011, I had the bright idea to take part in a “Picture a Day” for the year 2012. I committed to posting a new picture every day for all 366 days of the year. The first 30 days I enjoyed the commitment. I found it fun looking for the perfect shot to share the next day. By day 150, the project was becoming more challenging than fun, and by day 200, I found myself wishing the rest of the 166 days away. Quickly.
Though there is more to it than posting a picture a day, the photo project is the proverbial straw that broke the proverbial camel’s back.
Forgive me, because I know I’ve shared the following with you prior to today. One of Rob’s favorite hobbies is welding, and he is an excellent welder. I’ve tried encouraging him to open his own welding shop. Rob has no intention of opening his own welding shop, because Rob doesn’t want his hobby to become work.
Rob is a smart man.
Writing was a hobby for me. Writing was an escape for me. Writing was my therapy. Lately, writing and picture taking has become work. My hobby, escape, and therapy have taken a turn in a direction I find burdensome rather than relaxing.
Lately, I’ve tried convincing myself with various reasons why I haven’t written many posts. I’ve told myself that the kids, my work, and my life in general have kept me from writing. I’ve told myself that the voices in my head that so desperately want to come out and get released onto paper are interrupted by phone calls, homework, projects, obligations, etc. But I’m kidding myself. I’ve never had a problem expressing myself when I had something to share. If I want to write about something, I will make time to write about it. Period.
The reality these days is that I don’t want to write. I’m tired. The fun is gone, and the writing feels more like work. Plus, I have a new outlet, a fresh outlet. With another friend/blogger, I created an outlet that lets us have a conversation with one another, as we share our differing opinion.
I’m not looking to put an end to dialogue; I’m just looking to take back my hobby.
I’ve committed to Project 366, and I will keep that commitment. You will still find a new picture posted here every day, throughout 2012. And there is a rumor Blogdramedy is doing another Festivus holiday casting call, which I will more than likely answer. Aside from the pictures and casting call, I am putting my blog in sleep-mode indefinitely.
I will continue to read other blogs, comment, and stalk dance like no one is watching. I thank each and every single visitor that came to my neighborhood, pulled up a chair, and chatted with me. You all motivated me, and you helped make this experience a rewarding one for me. Sincerely I say to all of you, “Thank you”.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to see ‘what’s next’.
Shore Acres left a link to this video in the comment section of Hippie’s post. I found it too brilliant not to put it on mine.