I miss blogging. I miss the spewing of the randomness of the words on the screen.
I’ve fallen out of the habit of journaling.
I’ve fallen out of the habit of blogging.
And I do not like it one bit.
The last week or so I’ve been going through the All Things Jennifer archives cleaning things up. Mostly getting rid of old photos, broken links…and quite a bit of posts that are “Facebook Status” worthy. For the last 12 years, I’ve created over 8,800 posts, now I’m down by 1,000. And I’ve only just begun. I’m not getting rid of anything important (although I tend to go through delete/purge phases…) more like those hundreds of posts announcing something happening in WNY or something that I want to buy that’s on sale or a photo of something funny…etc.
I’m finding along the way lots and lots of those long rambling posts about my life, my day…long before the quick Facebook or Twitter status. And it’s been heartwarming/heartwrenching going back and reading those words. I like being able to keep in touch with people and share what’s going on, but it’s even more important for me to be able to go back for my own benefit.
Perhaps I will start the stream of consciousness blogging again.
I also miss reading blogs. New goal: log into my feedly account several times a week and find blogs to follow once again.
Basically I’m longing for the days of 2005.
Along with all this blog talk, I’ve been craving making my world,
“As I get older I’m becoming more selective of who I consider a friend. I find that I’d rather have 4 quarters than 100 pennies.”
A friend post this quote today and I thought, how true. Not that I don’t want 100 pennies, I’m just at a point in life where I’d rather share my time and energy with the quarters.
Is this what getting old is all about?
Perhaps. And if so, I welcome the change.
Bring on the blogging.