Burned Out

There’s a gloomy shadow hovering around my kitchen door. One of the kitchen lights is burned out – and has been for months. At least seven other lights around my house are also dark these days, but laziness and inertia have kept me from replacing them.

And for the past few months, I’ve been burned out too. Blogging had sucked the life and energy right out of me, and had become a chore, instead of a pleasure. I was constantly comparing myself to other bloggers and finding my work coming up short. I wasn’t making money off my blog, I wasn’t getting to try new products for free, and I wasn’t getting comments (or readers, for that matter.) I simply wasn’t having fun any more. So why bother?

But as I’ve waded through this unexpected and somewhat grumpy blog break, I’ve realized that I miss the community. I miss knowing how Suzanne and her brood are doing. I miss seeing  pictures and completely adorable videos of Jules and Sydney.  I miss Scribbit’s completely awesome craft and food ideas.

I miss having a forum for recording the crazy minutiae of every day life: the folding -and refolding – of the laundry after the baby climbs into the basket and plays peek-a-boo with all the clean towels; the toddler who uses a butter knife as a gear shift; the grocery-store meltdown that makes me laugh so hard I am crying.

So today I’m going to the hardware store to replace all those burned out bulbs. And I’ll do my best to be around here a little more, too.