I must admit that as I sit here and stare at a blank screen, I’m not too sure what to say.
I’ve been blogging for 11 years, ain’t that grand?
Eleven years, why, that’s one more than ten!
“These go to eleven.” (Obviously.)
Actually, if I’m feeling anything at all, it’s not about blogging, but about missing my cat. I’ve been missing him a lot lately. We’re on the cusp, I think, of obtaining a new furry companion. Or, at least, we’ve been talking about it a lot, checking out who’s up for adoption locally, and how we’d have to re-arrange the house, sleeping schedules, etc. I don’t know. A lot has been happening, and things have turned around in significantly positive ways since my last monthly maunder, which is good. But, you know how sometimes you’ve been carrying “worry” around with you for so long that you’re not entirely sure what do to with yourself once that “worry” has been lifted? That feeling should be good, at least, and it is, but it’s not as fully good as I would have hoped.
Needless to say, as I look back on my eleventh year of blogging, the only word that comes to mind is distracted. I don’t dislike what I see here, but I know I’ve not had the time I wanted lately to put effort into things here. I’m trying, I really am, but life is so, so, sooooo much different now than it was eleven years ago. Not that I’m complaining, it’s just…different. I think that might be why I miss our cat. He was such a stoic but loving kitty, so stabilizing in moments of upheaval. We just never thought he would go away, and he did as a crisis point for the world. Our own crises would come later, and boy oh boy could I use a good snuggle with him right now.
Before typing, I really did tell myself don’t get bogged down in all the shit. A lot of good that did. I’m not very good at being my own cheerleader, let alone my own regulator, so…yeah. I guess what I’m trying to say is that although things here have been in flux, I don’t plan on going anywhere, metaphysically or otherwise. However, I guess there’s always the possibility that I might be more absent than less moving forward. I don’t want that to be the case — I’m very beholden to schedules and regularity, things that really do make me happy — but I know I have to be realistic. Know this: life is okay, and I’ll stick out this blogging thing for as long as I possibility can. I like you guys, I like being here, and I do like typing into the void, if only to clear my head. This is the therapy that works for me, and I see no reason to abandon it.
So, there it is. Me at eleven years blogging. It’s weird, a little wistful, and wonderful all the same. Thanks for stopping by, thanks for the support, and thanks for making the blogosphere a fun and ever-evolving space. I know lots of us have better things to do, but I’m always glad when I see folks, novices and veterans, blogging away, blogging when they can, blogging once a year. Whatever works for you works for me.
Till then, I’ll see you when I see you.