Some of my more loyal followers have noticed that I’ve slowed down a bit lately. Not in a physical sense unfortunately, since I still feel like the proverbial chicken running around with its head cut off, (this is a very gruesome metaphor – lets say, a very busy person, instead) but due to all the other demands on my time, I’ve recently become a BLOG SLACKER.
Define BLOG SLACKER:
A blog slacker is one who lets her blog go to rack and ruin because she’s overbooked during the day and her body thinks it needs to sleep at night.
O.K. so what could possibly be more important than posting regularly on your blog?
1.Spending time with family members whom one rarely sees anymore except on holidays and special occasions.
2.Cleaning and other boring but essential activities which make it possible for me not to be featured on one of those hoarders reality shows.
3. Church callings and civic responsibilities, where seemingly minimal commitments can balloon into staggering amounts of time. (i.e. Organizing the Church Luau which 91 people – so far – have signed up to attend.)
4. Attempting to read the stacks of books which call to me from the shelves of the library each day. Even when I have a million other things to do, I get panicky if I don’t have a good book going.
5. And this brings me to the library – Ah yes – the black hole into which the vast majority of my hours fall.
Yes, earning a living ranks right up there with blogging when it comes to matters of importance, though lately the necessity of a regular income has begun to edge into the lead. If it were up to me I would spend my days writing, all the while commenting on other people’s blogs and witty repartee, but alas, I am compelled to trudge off to my job (which I quite enjoy by the way) to be able to meet my financial obligations.
Interestingly enough, I’ve recently discovered several new ways to twiddle away my time – and add to my bank account, by writing on-line. Who knew? I will address this in my next post, whenever I can fit that in, but in the meantime, don’t give up on me. I’m still here – just not as often.