I really was at least thinking about taking a hiatus from blogging last week, even though it was couched as a joke, but it’s clear that’s impossible for me right now—I like having this space of my own to mouth off way too much. At the same time it is also clear to me that I can’t see the forest for the trees these days. I really am in a pretty serious mental funk, and while most self-respecting people in this situation do the right thing and avoid the online space while in such a mindset, I embrace it all the more—which may not be the best of strategies.
So, I’ll be working on finding my way back to things that are actually useful and fun to write, kudos to Cogdog for setting me straight in his comment thread, and even though I am constantly tongue-in-cheeking him, I have to say his comment here hits a little too close to home for me and it is time to figure out why—I guess that’s what friends are for.
In some ways it would be the easy way out to to say I am not blogging anymore, but I can’t because I know that would be a lie. But, with that said, I will be trying to bring the bava back to the ground for a while and write about that little patch in Mississippi where I started from.
Image credit: “Randall Home Street View” by Cogdogblog