I've been thinking about a few things lately. One, time, two is social media and the other is this blog. I started this blog 8 years ago. Holy cow! And when I did, we lived far from family and I thought it was a great way to keep our family informed about our lives and stay connected. This was before I was on Facebook. I posted sporadically and enjoyed it when I did but there were long jags between posts. Then when we moved back to Michigan, my sister started a blog and I felt like I had to keep up somehow, so I started posting all the time. About the DUMBEST things. I'm sorry you all had to see that. Then, Lucy was born and I felt like I had to post every little thing she did. And I did. Seriously. I know, all new-mommy bloggers do that. Right?
So, then I started reading C. Jane and Nie Nie and Dooce and realized they were making Moulah off their bloggity blogs and I thought that would be pretty amazing. So I started trying to make our lives funny and interesting and our pictures stunning and all that. And you know what happened?...no new readers...no book deal...no cookbook...just regular old us.
I realize now that this blog is a family journal, and sometimes a personal one. I am so glad I've documented so much along the way and will continue to do so. Just more for me now. Yay!
As for social media, I love it. I am a fan. I did have a MySpace page once upon a time, I am on FB regularly, and Instagram, and Twitter-but only when I'm stuck waiting somewhere. And blogs. I like to read blogs. I know there are people out there who think that these things push us further apart but I really disagree. I feel like getting to stay connected with people, you never have those gaps in friendship that often cause relationships to fizzle out. I like knowing that my childhood friend is a major sports fan and think it's weird that he has a beard. I like knowing that another childhood friend is in a great relationship and has so much happiness in her life. I like being connected.
Now for time...
Over Christmas break, Tony and I were talking about Christmases from when we were kids and he said one of the things he enjoyed most was the time...being able to lay on the couch and read a book for hours because you don't have to be anywhere or do anything else. I remembered days like that...where you just did things for fun because there was nothing else to worry about. Today after I dropped the girly girls off at school, I thought about the things I needed to get done today, laundry, organize my primary binder, edit photos, wash the kids bedding, etc., and it hit me that I have this finite amount of time to do anything and everything.
Tony says I'm becoming more aware of the time I have or don't have because I'm approaching 30. 30. How is that even possible? I don't ever lay on the couch for hours reading a book, (playing iPad games, maybe) I have kids. There is always something else to be done or somewhere else to be. Always, in the back of my mind, is the constantly changing list of things that need to be done and that need to be remembered. Today, I ignored the list for a while and played cars with Noah on his new road rug. We had races between the green pick-up and the tanker truck.
The tanker truck won most of the time. Maybe I should post that on FB?