I’ve written this post a dozen times in my head. Every time it’s completely different.
You see, I’m quitting blogging. For good. Never to do it again. (Unless someone needs a guest post…then I’m all ears. Er, fingers.)
To me, and this is for me personally, blogging has felt selfish. I do it because I like the comments and compliments. All that praise does something to my ego. And it’s probably not good.
The other reason I’m quitting is because it hasn’t been for God. This is related to that first reason. You know, because the blog’s been all about me. I’m not like this blog. I admire her. She should not quit blogging.
I risk sounding all righteous and everything by saying all that. I’m not. I try but I fail. Every day. My lofty goal is that I’ll pray and read the Bible more with the extra time I have. And hug and kiss the kids more. But the truth is, I’ll probably just have a cleaner house or something equally as selfish as blogging. I hope not. I could carve out enough time to spit out a post every day. I should be able to replace that post with some reading or hugging, right?
Maybe I’m not explaining myself very well? Maybe I’m offending all of you bloggers out there by saying blogging is pointless and selfish? Sorry. That’s not what I’m trying to do. Each person does what they feel is the best for them. And for me, that’s quitting the blog.
I’ll leave the blog up and running. Good gracious, I refer back to it several times a week looking for recipes that I failed to write down anywhere but here. So it’s not going anywhere. I just won’t ever update it.
Oh, except for the Preserved 2011 tab, up there at the top of the page. I never pointed it out but I’ve been keeping track of everything I’ve frozen and canned. I do that every year, only normally it’s in a notebook. I think I might keep it on my blog from now on because it’s a lot easier to update than erasing/crossing out writing on a piece of paper every time I preserve more of something. So I suppose every year I’ll make a new tab.
Thank you to everyone for reading these last 11 months. It’s been fun. I’ll miss you all. Please don’t miss me. It’ll make me feel bad.