I feel like the time has come for me to come clean.
Blogging is hard. Not because I run out of things to say and photos to post. Not because it is an enormous time suck that takes most of my evenings, day after day. Not because it is the least paid job in the world. Which it is!
Blogging will connect you. All of the sudden you will have hundreds of friends who are talented and share their lives with brilliant posts that are well worth visiting. You will read, laugh, ponder, comment. You will look forward to checking their blogs. Through them you will meet others…
And most of these new found friends will host a link up. A great one too. To share your content. To inspire you to write about an interesting topic, to give you the opportunity to enter a writing or photography challenge, to help you with a prompt when you are low on ideas, to make it simple for you to put together a post when you are running out of time, to share your favorite joke, recipe, shoes, memory, pins…
This is why I find blogging hard. I want to play along. I DO! I see a great link up and think “I must remember to participate”. But with my Monday Listicles I burn out. And I am sorry. Not linking to my friends memes gives me that awful feeling, like when my son nags me to play hungry hippos right in the middle of me draining pasta from the hot pot. I want to, but we also have to eat.
I sat down to write about some of the posts I enjoyed reading in January. As I started looking around, copying and pasting I realized I will not be going to bed before midnight yet again. That I will feel like rubbish for not including everyone I want to.
So please forgive me. Know that I read your blogs. That I comment on maybe half of the ones I read. That I enjoy spending time in your company, reading about your life. That sometimes when you share something I can relate to it helps me thorough a rough day. That I find myself often thinking about stories I read or planning to take a photo you inspired me to.
These are some of the link ups I would join every week if it had a hundred days :