What is on the other side of the screen is singular. Nobody else can experience the actual you as you blog. The possibilities for cartoons of what we real bloggers look like when posting is immense. I will be surprise if somebody doesn’t draw them already.
I am dressed in jeans, a blue flowy floral top, with my wet hair parted and twisted into two rolls held by claw hair clips. No make-up. Coffee on side table. Slippers on. Recliner back. (just took a sip of lukewarm coffee). Typing on my phone because too lazy to open my laptop. I am in my perch of choice, command center, plop down palace, nook on an angle. (another sip)
Instead of here I am and this is who I am, I just start typing. Posting is a pretend moment because how I feel isn’t the subject. I can lol without laughing. I can 😱 without screaming. Many times what I post about feels like old news.
What’s the purpose of this post?
Frequently, I have thought about not blogging. My heart just isn’t into it most days. I tell myself to stop whining, nobody needs to know that, it will pass. I keep going.
Leaving comments is a struggle 90% of the time. Blog reading is half what it was. Posting replies is easier. Selecting subjects to post about balances between no don’t post that versus that’s interesting.
The December 2025 blog pause, I hoped would help me decide what course to take. Continue as is? Focus on another blog? (I have about half a dozen.) Take a longer pause? Switch to a photo blog style? An artwork only blog? What happens if I find something great to post about when on a blog break?
Reflection Monday and Friday day and week of the year will continue. That’s the best I can do for now.
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