For a long time I stopped blogging. When my friend Krissy died blogging started to feel so narcissistic. I started thinking that other people had real problems, real things going on in their lives and here I am writing this little blog about my life. What am I doing?
Blogging felt selfish and self centered. I was upset with myself for not doing anything important, so I pretty much stopped blogging.
Well, I'm still pushing myself to do more, to be more, to help more, to stop thinking that life is all about me. But I like blogging. I like writing, I like reading what other people write, I like commenting and reading comments. I like getting to know people that I would otherwise have never met.
So I'm back, again. I'm changing things a little, I was so over all that pink. I like the new colors, it feels kind of retro, like my kitchen, and like what I'm looking for in my life.
I've worked so many hours a day for so many years that I'm looking for a way to slow that down. To find something I love to do instead of something that pays the bills. It would be wonderful if that thing would allow me to give to others at the same time.
In the meantime I'm putting a strong defining line between my job and my life. My job is not who I am, so who am I? I started this blog with that very same question, and I'm still searching. Hopefully, I'll figure it out, or at least find some beauty in the journey.