Sometimes there's just nothing to blog about, you know? And that's ok. Blogging is pretty silly most of the time anyway.
(But! Silliness aside, I am thankful for my blog. I love that I have a record of the last 9 years of my life here on this page - and most of the treats I've made, too! I used to feel bad that I wasn't writing in my journal anymore, but I've let that go. Blogging is a blessing, I am sure of it. It has helped me remember things that I otherwise would have long forgotten. It clarifies ideas and beliefs that I hold dear but probably wouldn't have recognized, let alone put down in writing. I believe blogging has made me a better wife and mother. When I say here that I do something, I better be sure that I am really doing it! It keeps me accountable, even if only to myself. That's the thing about blogging. You have to do it for yourself, I think. It doesn't matter if a million people read your blog or only one, the audience shouldn't change the content. The fact that anyone besides my grandmother even reads this blog is somewhat shocking. But I am glad you are here! I've met some pretty great people through my blog, and that is something I'll always be grateful for.)
Elliot and I have been doing a lot of hugging lately. We read books or play flow on my phone. We brave the still-too-warm sun and go to the park. We clean the house and get the mail. And yesterday we even organized the sewing room. These are the details of my life at the moment, and as mundane and unblogworthy as they seem, I know someday I'll look back on these days wistfully and I'll be glad I wrote them down.
Do you like to blog? I'd love to hear why.