I’ve always wondered what circumstances would have to occur to stop me from blogging. Obviously it was hard to imagine -- because I never thought I’d lose interest in documenting my life in this way.
In a way, I haven’t lost interest. I still love blogging. Even so, I’m kissing it goodbye. Sad, huh?
Well, the wheels were put in motion two months ago, when, as you know, someone stole photographs of my son and posted them on her blog, claiming that he was hers. After the initial shock, I laughed it off and decided to let it go -- and at first I did. Or at least I thought I did.
But as the weeks passed, the incident affected me more deeply. I found myself second-guessing everything I wrote, and every photograph I posted. Blogging, which had always come easily to me, suddenly became irritatingly onerous.
It’s too bad that I’ve allowed this one, insignificant person with a painfully bad blog to take all the fun out of my cherished hobby of five-plus years. Believe me, I’ve tried talking myself out of this (as have many wonderful people, including my husband, who is probably the only person more devastated than me), but the fact that this still feels like the right thing to do means just that: it’s the right thing to do!
I hope to come back to blogging sometime in the near future, perhaps once I’ve switched platforms and have greater control over who reads my blog, but until then -- I guess it’s goodbye.
If you’re one of my 400 regular readers and have never commented, I’d love if you left a note to let me know who you are.
Love to all of you! (Well, except for the one, insignificant person who started this mess. For you I wave one, long finger.) Hope to see you here again, soon.