I am doing my best impersonation of a lump of clay, here, on the couch this morning. And while spreading out, my mind constantly wanders over to my blog. What’s it doing? How is it doing, is it bored? Is it sad I’m not there?
I can’t take it, the guilt. The guilt of not writing a post, of being too busy with real life, of not wanting to write, of not wanting to be anywhere near a computer. Guilt. Guilt. Guilt. It’s blaring in my head! Make it stop already!
Initially I began this blog to pass the time while pregnant. Then, it turned into something to do while awake at all hours of the night. Then, a tether between sanity and being a bored-out-of-my-mind SAHM. But now, of course now, my Monkey is running around, requiring I trail behind him. Unfortunately, by the time he’s down for his nap – my usual blogging and commenting time – I’m too tired to do anything but eat and veg out and let my brain ooze a little before my next shift starts.
And so, the guilt.
I love my blog, I love my readers, and I so desperately want to make it to my one-year blogiversary, but I can’t seem to find any inspiration, writing wise. I’m tired of copping out and turning my blog into a meme home. And the idea of thinking even a little bit more about what else to say in this post is making my eyes close. My mind is shutting down.
The whole point of blogging is to write about life, right? But how is it possible to have a life when I am strapped to the couch and the computer? And on top of that, I’ve eaten a whole jar of Nutella by myself in a week’s time.
Which is why my new obsession is my Twitter app on my Blackberry. Connection, a paragraph, and more time to clean house? Sign me up!
Oh friends, when you break it down, I don’t want to lose touch or even give up my bloggy home, but my mind is throwing up right now. Ugh. I’m going to go Twitter.
Have you suffered bloggy burnout? Wanted to quit this blog life? What have you done to snap yourself out of it?