Last December I decided that it was time for me to step away from blogging for a while. I quit reading blogs for the most part, too. I started blogging during the last millennium – 2006 to be precise – and I guess I just finally got tired of it. Some of you reading this have been blogging for as long or even longer than I have been. Maybe you’ve gone through a similar phase.
Social media has changed so much since I started this blog. Back in 2006, Facebook and Twitter were itty bitty babies. We weren’t “pinning” anything but the slits in our skirts. Blogging was the best way to keep in touch with far-away friends and family, and after our family moved from Florida to Georgia, Riverbend Ramblings became my online journal. I starting reading blogs written by like-minded women and formed friendships with a few of them. I got to “know” their families and pets, celebrated milestones with them, and prayed for them when they went through difficult times. Many of those women are no longer blogging. Now it seems like most of the blogs I read are driven by advertisements and are filled with beautiful pictures of perfect homes and DIY projects. It’s just a lot different than it used to be. I think that discouraged me a little bit. I missed my little group of blogging buddies, lost interest, and stepped away.
I’m still hoping that some of the gals that were in my little circle will start writing again. I’ve kept them in my feed reader just in case. But I’m not blogging for them; I’m blogging for me. This week marks the seven year anniversary of my first blog post. Here’s the picture I used for my very first blog header.
Those babies aren’t babies anymore. Bookworm is begging for her driver’s permit, Mickey Mouse is looking less like a boy and more like a man, Curly Girl is almost as tall as I am, and Lil’ Nut can outrun us all. The many memories on these pages are priceless.
So, I’m back. I’m over my slump and raring to go. And I hope you’ll join me on the next leg of this amazing journey.