You might wanna start by reading THIS amazing article.
And now here's what I wanna say:
I hope this post conveys the thoughtfulness that went into it.
I am, in real life, a very thoughtful person, but, for some reason, that does not always translate into my writing.
I try. I do. But I seem to write differently than I speak.
I have a hard time writing about personal things even though I don't have trouble talking about them at all.
Well, whatever the issue is, I do hope that this sniffy, teary blog post captures my touchy-feely feelings.
I am so tired of blogging and am ready to stop.
Stop. Not just stop and rest stop.
I know, I know.
I can't tell you how many times I've loved, loved, loved a blog and then the girl goes and takes a damn sabbatical and I never hear from her again.
Now I'm her.
It's been coming on for a while.
I bet you could tell anyway, couldn't you?
When I first started blogging I had soooo much to talk about with my house and my yard, but then ...
Then Jackdaddy just got sick and tired of working on the house, and I then kinda got sick and tired of gardening so much, and then it just got harder and harder to find things to talk about, and then it just didn't seem much fun anymore.
I kept wanting to quit, but then I'd get freaked out by quitting and I would muddle through.
But it kept not being fun and so I just don't want to do it anymore.
I've also reached a point in my life whereby I feel .... quieter.
Inside and out.
I feel a marvelous, fabulous, important shift of going inward.
I wish I could explain it better, but it's hard to explain.
I can say that it entails being quieter in mind and mouth.
More gentle and tender.
(I already said that.)
Blogging takes time.
It really does although I know it doesn't seem like it.
I was gonna go into a long, drawn-out thing about what all you gotta do to blog regularly, but bleh.
Just know that it's way time-consuming and if you're only doing it half-assed, well, that's poopy.
So, I've been so torn because this blog has become more than a blog to me.
It's become a friendship.
I do really think we're friends, aren't we?
I mean, we ARE.
So much goes on for me in the comments when we talktalk.
I feel like I know y'all and y'all know me.
So I will miss you.
I really, really, really will and that is what has kept me hanging on longer than I wanted to - us being friends.
But, I guess me not blogging doesn't mean we're not friends, right?
I'll still be reading you.
But, I am going to be on the computer less.
I want to be on it less.
I want less blogging, and less Facebook (I'm not on it much, but I am on it), and less Instagram, and less Twitter, and less email and more LIFE.
Oh, I know that I'm waxing poetic and I'm not saying anything that anyone else hasn't already said (awkward sentence), but I'm there.
I dunno. It's not just about computer time, it's about that quietning thing again.
Less stuff coming into my brain is what I need right now.
I need to think for long hours.
De-clutter the house and de-clutter my brain.
Have one less thing to do. That's feeling big for me right now - having one less thing to do.
I know I don't have to blog, but I've started to feel guilty about not blogging and peeeuuuuu I sure don't need any more guilt in my life. Right?
DOWN WITH GUILT!
I feel a little teary here, but also happy because I'm being true to myself and that is a good, good thing, y'all.
And so, yea, um, bye.
I mean, that's weird, right?
Maybe, Happy Trails!?
Crap, I dunno.
I don't want to make a big deal of it, but please, please do know that I am incredibly grateful that we met and became friends and that you commented and said such nice things and that we became friends and oh, it was such a fun time for me.
Such a fun, wonderful thing to have been The Wabi-Sabi House.
I mean, we are still The Wabi-Sabi House, but you know what I'm saying.
You always do, you sweet thing.
Dear lord, I'm shutting up now.
I'll see you soon, OK?
Call me! (Hee Hee)
(Don't really call me. I hate to talk on the phone, as many of you know.)
PS And, just for fun, HERE is my very first blog post.