Is it? There is no signs of life, there is not much activity. It just might be dead. I am weeping over the loss of my dear friend-my Blog Bubble. BB has been there for me for eight good years. He has listened when I complained, cared when I cried, laughed when I married Dan, cheered when we divorced. He was there while I dated and dated and dated and found Scott. He was there for all my adventures. But most of all he was there to get the words, thoughts, feelings, and ideas out of my head and out in type format. This process of getting words out of my head and into type helps me process the good, bad, pretty and ugly in my life. I find it very cathartic. My thoughts and feelings are sometimes jumbled up in my head. My heart conflicts with what my brain is telling me and my brain dominates what my heart is trying to feel. Putting feelings and thoughts into neat little sentences which grow into paragraphs who mature into stories, articles, factiods, help me to make sense out the jumbled chaos that is happening inside my head. The resulting word rush results in a heart in harmony with my calm mind. It is a release. It is a joy. It is necessary.
So why the death of the blog? I blame no internet in my house.
I have chosen a life with limited internet access. It works for me. I am not condemning anyone or preaching a limited internet life; I am simply explaining my choice. I have found over the past year and a half that I am connecting to actual people more. I don't plan my meals around what picture I can take to post on my blog. I don't plan my weekends with great photo ops in mind. I just go and do and be. It is hard because sometimes I just want to google some recipe or an actress or find movie times but I survive and realize other things are important. I watch so many people playing on their phones and ignoring their spouses and their children. I see people playing plants and zombies in church instead of looking up scriptures. I see many many friends ignored for the glimpse of a text or tweet. It is a weakness of mine that while I tried to focus on good things I found I was missing out on the better things. I am no longer guilty of distracted driving. I ignore texts and only look at facebook 1-2 times a week. I am rarely on pintrest and never on twitter even with accounts. I have never done instagram and fear I am missing out. I feel I am a fuddy duddy who lives in a cave. Yet here I am--not regretting my choice.
I do not think I will put this blog out to pasture just yet. He might have some good post left in him. But for now I will revert/continue to use pen and paper in the form of journals (I have 16 volumes dedicated to my life--picture free sadly).
Oh BB how I have loved you! I am tearing up now just thinking about how much you have helped me! I cannot quite let you go just yet! I feel bad for neglecting you....I sound like the movie Her which I have not seen but can relate since I am talking to a blog. A inanimate blog.
