Geez, time flies! Three months since my last blog! So much for my intentions about regular blogging. But I find myself asking, are all blogs good blogs?
I remember growing up and having girlfriends who all kept these cute little diaries with tiny keys they wore around on ribbons around their necks. These were typically pink (or some pastel) sparkly things. It seemed like a good idea and I was envious...until I tried it. "Dear diary: Went to school. Came home. Played. Had dinner (yuck - liver!). Did homework. Read. Went to bed." Repeat. How many times can you write that?
This is probably why I am so mystified by all this twittering...who really cares if someone made a pb&j sandwich for lunch? Or, as in one extreme twitter case I just read about, "just said I Do and now I'm going to kiss my new wife?" OK, that last one is pretty interesting, but my response is more like "set down the iPhone and step away from the keyboard - what part of GETTING MARRIED don't you understand?" Soon, we'll have to be put "no cell phones/mobile text devices allowed" right next to RSVP on the wedding invitation.
But I digress...of course, there are momentous events that occur in our lives that bear writing about. Some things just beg to be shared...a new house, relationship, job, etc. And some sorrows need to be shared to heal - seeking compassion and understanding through expression of feeling, written or otherwise, is essential at some times to all of us.
For me, the last 90 days since my Father's death have been a bit of a blur. Not so much a depression, but more a withdrawal; a time for introspection. Being adopted, I feel orphaned all over again with the loss of my Dad (my Mom died years ago). I never felt abandonment issues about being adopted - far from it. I felt special - they had picked me! And now the last of the two people who would always be in my corner, who I could always count on to have my back, and who picked me out of all the other to raise and share a wonderful life with is gone. I didn't feel like sharing - more like quiet contemplation of how much I had lost and an acceptance of the rest of my life without him. Blogging was not even considered.
And no one will miss my 90-days of non-blogging. I just didn't have much I wanted to share. And I guess that's my point...not everything needs to be shared! I fear we run the risk of desensitizing ourselves to others with this constant glut of unnecessary, irrelevant, and unwanted communication. Sometimes, experiences are best kept private.
But today, I feel about writing about my not wanting to write! How bizarre is that? I guess there is no such thing as a bad blog - just bad timing. After all, no one is forcing us to read (or write) these things! So my answer to the eternal question of "to blog or not to blog" is "Depends..."
As for me, I'm going for coffee!