|Sunset in Negril, Jamaica.|
(Photo courtesy of The Siao Dynasty)
Now in my third summer of blogging, I've noticed that a lot of us get what my friend Kim over at mouse medicine describes as "blogger burnout" when the weather turns warm. A lot of the blogs I follow go on hiatus, sometimes announced, sometimes not. And when a blogger decides to close up shop entirely, almost invariably it happens in the summer.
I feel hints of burnout myself occasionally. I get tired of what I'm writing. I wish I could be more humorous, more surprising, more wise. Or else I start to feel that what I'm posting matters only in my little universe—and yes, I could put up pictures of my children all day long—or more properly belongs in a personal journal.
But then I remind myself, I'm the one making up the rules here. I can write when I want, or I can lie fallow for a while. I can post whatever photos I wish. I can be whomever woke up in my skin today. I can follow a thread, or not. I can process small or large sorrows, or not. There's no external judge or critic. There's just me, ever grateful for those of you who choose to chime in, making life here in blog world sweet indeed.
Now you see me. Now you don't. It's summer. And what I'm feeling at this moment is pure love.