For some time I have been considering giving up blogging.
I am having ever increasing trouble thinking of new and interesting topics on which to blog. Nowadays I feel I am blogging mostly out of habit (or worse) out of obligation.
It is one thing to endure a tedious job but a boring hobby makes no sense.
Apart from the feeling I have nothing on which to blog, there is the factor of time. My free time is getting more consumed by demands of work. To put it into context, blogging is not the only pleasure I feel is losing grounds to paperwork, telephone calls, and charting. I have less time too to read, stretch, or much of anything really.
And I struggle to find time to read other blogs. This usually happens on weekends, when I try to get ‘caught up’ only to find I’ve missed news and events. I hate being the last to arrive to a party. Then I skim rather than really read. This is a bad habit for which I feel guilt.
So perhaps I should retire – or at least take a sabbatical; I can recharge my batteries as it were and return, randy as a billy-goat.
What makes me say ‘no’ to pausing is the terrible intuition if I put Spo-reflections down I may never pick it back up again. I gave up Facebook for Lent; I haven’t missed it at all. And I hate to give up something on which I’ve labored for eight years.
But the major reason for not to giving up blogging are my angry and resentful feelings I have about work sucking up my spare time and replacing all I want to do with nearly continuous work. This is worth putting up a pretty stiff battle. Blogging is my trusty weapon with which to fight and slaty the monsters of homework and paperwork. As I type this, this gives me comfort and stiffens my spine some.