I didn't mean to stop blogging.
I just got busy. And then I got lazy. And then I got forgetful. And then I got guilty.
(Got guilty? Oh yes. You read that right.)
I don't handle stress very well. When something overwhelms me, I like to ignore it, and hope it goes away. Which almost never works.
And when I feel guilty, I do the very same thing. Only with more passion.
During Christmastime I started feeling burnt out. Blogging everyday for the past over-a-year was awesome, but suddenly I needed a break. It was only supposed to be for a few days. But then it kind of got out of control.
For a while in January I made goals to blog, and made excuses for not blogging, and then stressed out when I realized just how long it had been, and didn't I realize how much I was letting people down??
The pressure built and built (you know, in my head. people weren't making me feel bad in real life or anything), and I started avoiding even looking at the computer. Just being in the same room was uncomfortable. I could feel the monitor staring at me, judging me for choosing a science fiction book over this sexy keyboard.
And so I started reading in bed, far away from the internet.
I've read a lot of books since Christmastime.
It's funny, I know it doesn't bother most of you. I just haven't been showing up in your feeds, or at the top of your blog rolls. You may wonder and worry a little, but you aren't angry or asking for an apology.
Blog posts that start with "I'm SO sorry I haven't posted in FOREVER" kind of irritate me when I read them. I think "Sheesh, stop apologizing. I get it, you have a life outside of this computer screen."
So here I am, being a hypocrite.
I just feel like I owe you guys some kind of explanation, since I went from posting every single day to posting, you know, never.
Which was pretty lame, you know?
And since you asked, here are my answers:
I haven't died, and I haven't abandoned you forever (I hope). I haven't gone into the witness protection program, or been arrested for indecent exposure (or anything else). I have been in a car accident, but it wasn't a big one.
I'm not leaving my husband for a tranny hooker named Shawnda (You guys are so weird).
And finally, I am not still in mourning from the Superbowl. Although I can see why you all thought that.
(Can I tell you the truth? I'm not even really a Steeler's fan. I just kind of pretend so I'll fit in better. Don't tell Pittsburgh.)
I'm just here, being lazy, and feeling guilty.
What haven't you been doing?