I'm not normally one for rash behaviour. At least I like to think that, but in reality if I turn the objective magnifying lens on myself I have been known to make plenty of last minute and unplanned decisions. Jobs quit. Relationships ended.
I nearly made another rash decision in the past few days, and almost ended my relationship with this blog. It's kind of odd because over the 4 and a half years I've been blogging I haven't had a patch like that. I've taken short breaks, and I've had times when posting was quite tough, but I haven't come so close to packing it in. In truth I would miss it too much, and everyone that stops by here and reads and engages with me through the comments. The weird thing is I've actually enjoyed the posts I've been putting up over the past week or so, but somehow the experience has been unsatisfying.
Maybe I've just fallen victim to a malaise that seems to be affecting some of my blogging buddies? Posting frequency and comments seem to be down on heaps of blogs that I normally read. I'm still considering taking a short break, but it would be just a bit of time away to refresh, rethink, recharge. This blog is kind of organic, sometimes it's incredibly personal and other times (as maybe is the case of late) it becomes a cabinet or curiousities, and a collection of... stuff. The one constant though is that I've enjoyed the doing, the sharing.
Anyway, a couple of sweet comments put a smile on my face. I was watching a tv show about adoption reunions and I had a BIG cry (seriously, I cry at the drop of a hat, but happy stories can make me blub like a baby!). A bit of release, a bit of perspective, and I'm glad in hindsight that I didn't decide to pack it in.