I think my blog died. I seriously thought about putting this post off until later this summer to celebrate my one year break from blogging! I figured I’d forget to blog about it then.
My husband asked if I wanted to get rid of my blog. I considered it. I rarely even look at it. It’s no longer my homepage. I don’t even read many blogs at all anymore.
I decided against ditching it though. Even my frugal self could handle the $10 a year it cost to keep it.
Besides, I’m sentimental. My then boyfriend, now husband set it all up for me. It sort of chronicles our meeting, dating, engagement, and the beginning of our marriage. I met many good friends here. I used it as a hobby, diary, photo album…
Even though I look back and almost cringe sometimes at what I’ve written, I still really like a lot of it. It was all me. It shows things I thought about, things that were important to me, things that are still important to me, and ways I’ve changed.
Once when I was in high school, I found an old journal from middle school. In middle school, I fancied I’d like to become a novelist. When I found the old journal and read some of my entries I was horrified at my writing. It had several over the top adjectives in front of every single noun!
The enormous glorious live oaks gave splendid shade from their gnarling, moss covered limbs, to the ever winding, old fashioned dirt road.
Yeah, it was bad. So, I did what any reasonably thinking teenager (oxymoron, I know! ) would do. I destroyed it! I ripped it into shreds and disposed of it.
And now I miss it. I would love to have it and read over my silly little fancies.
So this little ol’ blog will be hanging around still. And who knows? One day, in a calmer sort of life, it may become my hobby again.