When I started blogging on February 21, 2009, (on my first/old blog), I was three months into my separation with my ex-husband. And I wanted to chronicle it. From sadness, to pain, to anger, to learning, and growing and everything in between.
Fast forward more than three years and I find myself at a crossroads. Where I (again) want to pull back and chronicle less about my life and just…live it.
I love this blog. I love this haven. I love this family of friends that I have made because of it.
But when I am not blogging or not reading blogs or not tweeting or reading tweets, I don’t miss it.
I realized this last week in wine country. When I was doing little more than posting pictures on instagram and haphazardly posting a pic or two on Facebook, and barely looking at Twitter, that I didn’t miss it. I didn’t feel like I had to catch up. I didn’t feel like I missed out on anything (FOMO!)
And not because I don’t still love reading about my ‘friends’ lives, from those I read (still) on divorce, to life, to running and fitness, to food. Because I do. But I don’t feel the penchant I did before to keep track of it all, all the time. To write about my daily life. And not even to write about M or our life and love together. (I think I am at a point where I love M *too* much to really share much of that here, in depth, anymore. If that makes sense).
So, I guess…this is just me putting pen to paper to say that right now, I just plan to live more, chronicle less.
Sure, I’ll still post a couple times a week, when I have something to say. I’ll still read blogs that I love. I may not comment as much, but I will be reading. This isn’t goodbye. This is just a shift in focus for the next little while.
Because I was getting to a point where I was being ‘too connected’ online and not as connected in living.
And those roles should really be reversed.
Life is too short to be anything but present.