In the past year I have had swings about blogging. Gone through months of not looking at anyone’s in particular. Had months where any inspiration of any kind was more of an annoyance than an inspiration – a cruel reminder of the lack of time and head space.
I had wondered if not having the drive to blog must mean something. That it was serving no purpose for me – and was therefore not a priority, and wondered if that was that something that needed a decision – or was an apology needed for readers who were feeling abandoned or worried. I am aware that blog reading can become an addiction of sorts – a real life soap opera in concentrated form. I have blogger-friends who I don’t know that well physically who I have worried about from time to time. Does the silence mean something? Nothing? Is it a bad thing? A good thing?
Truth is, sometimes life just gets in the way – which is bloody wonderful.
My journey with this blog has taken me through sewing, knitting, art, family, resettling and thinking out loud. It has been fun, and it is a kind of meditation in itself. At the moment I am very busy with life – which is very, very good. There is virtually no knitting, little sewing, family is hectic, art is slowly creeping back into my life in stolen moments (I miss it badly). I wonder what this space will hold.
I take less photos but am building more memories and am enjoying watching the seasons change day by day instead of just waiting for the next one to arrive. Hope you are keeping warm wherever you are. 🙂