(so dainty and fresh. lightens my heart up a bit!)
Am I so lame? I told Rowdy that I had taken a blogging break and he said, "Why would you do that? You are lame." Okay, okay, he didn't say I was lame. But he was totally thinking that. Definitely. Maybe.
So now I think that I am lame for coming back from my break so early. But I can't even tell you the perspective that I have gained in a weeks time. It has felt like lessons learned over months--and applying that learning takes even more months--but it's true. One week. A pretty light bulb went off in my head. And I am ready. A small break in the large scheme of things has actually resulted in a confidence just daring enough to be read.
Here are some things that I have learned:
* I don't have to post every day.
* I don't have to take a picture to put on each post just because I think that it is the only way a post will be read.
* I don't have to worry that my blog doesn't have worthy content. What does that mean anyway?
* I don't have to feel bad if I don't comment on each and every blog that I follow just because I like comments myself. It's nice--but let us all feel good about ourselves without comment reinforcement. Just know that I am reading--and loving you from a distance.
* I can be random without the pressure to write something witty and inspirational all the time because it's reality that I am not always witty and inspirational. Sometimes I go through my day and say things like, "Today was not good. All I did was work and eat a crappy dinner and go to bed." See? Not always inspirational. It's my blog. MY blog. And I can let myself be.
* My blog is not going to make money. Ever. So I don't need to change anything to make it a lifestyle blog that does. Would be nice...but eh...I can't change what I am and what I want to give. And if that makes me a blogger that is unworthy of blog conferences and attention, so be it.
* I don't have to feel bad if someone un-follows me. Not everyone clicks. But when you do click--well then, it's worth more to me than the moments that we don't.
* There is so much to life that is worth writing. There is so much to life that is worth photographing. But sometimes there is so much more to life that is simply worth living. Like picking up my best friend from the airport for a short 9 hour layover. And eating and walking and experiencing without taking a single picture of it with my camera. Because I just wanted to remember...in my heart...that I was there and that it was good and that I loved every minute.
I am back. And I am better for being gone.