jumping in again
I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I haven’t been blogging for a few weeks. I let the habit fall off the table as the busy-ness of life took me over. I thought it was a good idea to set writing aside and try to pay more attention to my family, work and other pursuits.
Truth is, I don’t know if it helped. I’ve discovered that I pay more attention to the present when I’m writing. Even when I’m distracted crafting a post in my mind, I notice more details, reflect, and appreciate the seemingly mundane events. And when I read reflections of other bloggers, I feel like I’ve opened a little gift for the day. I feel more connected. I learn so much from you. I feel like someone other there gets me and my little place in the world.
These few weeks have been a blur, and I don’t have much record of where it went. I’m not sure I was a more attentive parent or wife. I’d rather have a few posts, some words of wisdom from other writers, or a comment or two from you to reflect upon those little moments.
So today, I’m just grateful that I’ve rediscovered what draws me to writing and this strange community of the blogosphere. There is value in this virtual yet intimate exchange.
I haven’t figured out the balance (do we ever?). But I’m back, ready to jump in again.
Let’s talk.
Posted at Tuesdays Unwrapped at Chatting at the Sky.
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Hi Pam:
Welcome back. I know what you mean about the blur. I feel like I’m in a blur as well!
–Carol
I dropped out about four months ago, and have had the most difficult time getting back to it. Once I allow other things to crowd out that precious writing time, I wonder how I ever made time in the first place. Yet, like you, I still wonder if I’m any more present than I was when I was blogging. I, too, like having a record, and love the exchange of hears and thoughts. I’m glad you’re back. Thank you for your reflections.
Thanks for the encouragement, friends. It’s been good for me to realize that it’s not the pressure from outside that inspires me to write, it’s the need from the inside.
I know for me, I need the ability to see my thoughts. I also need the day out of me so I can see the beauty it contained.