We need to talk. I have been thinking about this for a long time, and it's not you; it's me.
Like any relationship, when I first started this blog, everything was exciting and new. (My first comment! My first link back! My first 100 followers! My first blog award!) I couldn't ever imagine giving it up. I remember reading the goodbye posts from many of my fellow bloggers - women I adored - and wondering why on earth they would ever give up something so wonderful. But now I understand.
When you start a blog to tell stories about yourself, especially embarrassing stories about drinking and dating...it's not sustainable. When I started this nearly 3 years ago, I had YEARS of built up blog material. My friends had years of hilarious tales to share. And as it turned out, we used up most all of those stories within the first two years.
Then when my dad got sick last year, my life obviously changed. I stopped going out. I became a little less silly and a lot less inspired.
For the past year, my writing has been floundering - uninspired, non-committal, and intermittent.
Maybe I outgrew this blog. Maybe my big milestone was making it to age 30 without dying. (as my often used tag: "i may die before i turn 30" would suggest) Maybe my blog was only really fun when I had an active dating life. (I haven't been on a date in 10 months...) Maybe I just still need time to heal after my father's death - so that those #singlewhitegirlproblems (a.k.a. #futurespinsterproblems) - seem important enough to write down again.
But anyway you look at it, I have let this blog/hobby/passion go. And in an effort to respect this relationship, I think I need to break things off. I know there will be days that I regret this...and I doubt that this will be the last time you hear from me. But for now, and for the near future, I am taking a break.
I will miss this a lot - Even if we never met in person...or if you were my best friend providing me with endless material...or if you were just a silent reader who stuck with me... You were a part of my life these past few years - and for that, I thank you.
Like any relationship, when I first started this blog, everything was exciting and new. (My first comment! My first link back! My first 100 followers! My first blog award!) I couldn't ever imagine giving it up. I remember reading the goodbye posts from many of my fellow bloggers - women I adored - and wondering why on earth they would ever give up something so wonderful. But now I understand.
When you start a blog to tell stories about yourself, especially embarrassing stories about drinking and dating...it's not sustainable. When I started this nearly 3 years ago, I had YEARS of built up blog material. My friends had years of hilarious tales to share. And as it turned out, we used up most all of those stories within the first two years.
Then when my dad got sick last year, my life obviously changed. I stopped going out. I became a little less silly and a lot less inspired.
For the past year, my writing has been floundering - uninspired, non-committal, and intermittent.
Maybe I outgrew this blog. Maybe my big milestone was making it to age 30 without dying. (as my often used tag: "i may die before i turn 30" would suggest) Maybe my blog was only really fun when I had an active dating life. (I haven't been on a date in 10 months...) Maybe I just still need time to heal after my father's death - so that those #singlewhitegirlproblems (a.k.a. #futurespinsterproblems) - seem important enough to write down again.
But anyway you look at it, I have let this blog/hobby/passion go. And in an effort to respect this relationship, I think I need to break things off. I know there will be days that I regret this...and I doubt that this will be the last time you hear from me. But for now, and for the near future, I am taking a break.
I will miss this a lot - Even if we never met in person...or if you were my best friend providing me with endless material...or if you were just a silent reader who stuck with me... You were a part of my life these past few years - and for that, I thank you.
