of this whole blogging thing. It used to be fun. It used to be more of a community. We used to have have actual dialogues, conversations. We developed friendships that have lasted years, nay even decades. Now? Not so much.
Switching from blogger to wordpress hasn’t been much of an improvement. There are technical things I can’t figure out, like how to make photographs biggify when they are clicked on.
There are some great photography blogs here on WP but I haven’t quite stumbled over any ‘word’ blogs that hold my interest on a regular basis.
But then this isn’t the most scintillating blog either. I’ve never had a theme, my blogs have always been personal, more talking to myself than anything else. I have, on occasion, written some good stuff – thoughtful, philosophical, wise even. But not often. I have on occasion written some very funny stuff – but not often, I don’t write funny. I talk funny, I don’t write funny.
I started blogging back in 2005 – when I was stuck at home a lot because of my newly acquired disability. It was a way to connect with other people, now there are few people I want to connect with. Folks I interacted with electronically have moved on – some to the grave, some to – well, whatever things they now do to occupy their spare time.
Maybe I’ll let this blog die a natural death and just keep my writing in a private blog I have where I get to write my truths – the things I need to write down so I can see them for what they really are; for who I really am, and have been. Maybe that’s something you do when you get old(er). Oh, wait that’s something I’ve been doing since I could hold a pencil. Ah…