Skip to main content

Do I Still Qualify as a Blogger?

I first began slowing down my blog entries when I took a regular part-time job with a local school this spring. I found that the new schedule and limited time just cut into my blogging. But I missed it. The pipeline continued to dribble throughout the remainder of the school year, while I looked forward to summertime and a chance to re-indulge my passion for posting. But summer has come and I'm finding myself not taking the chance to blog. I'm not totally sure why. I think it's partly from being busy with projects that have been put off for too long and partly from reveling in the freedom that has come from not having a job for the first summer ever. And running every event through my brain as a possible blog entry just became a drag. And I haven't really missed it. I've missed YOU guys and I actually feel a little guilty sometimes for not checking in, but I haven't felt the motivation to get going. Hopefully it's not permanent (well, I'm hoping anyway...I'm not sure if you are). I'm thinking I'm in a slump. It would make me feel kind of blue if I had to admit I'm not a blogger anymore.

But, Hey! Perhaps this post is the start of my renewal. After all, I blogged it ;)

Comments

Anonymous said…
I'm sitting here with your sister and we were just talking about you...It is good to see that you are still around and doing good. :) Hopefully things will slow down for ya soon! Tell the family I said hello! - Jenn Jones
tim said…
we had been wondering in PA, but were relieved to see the little town in NY surface on the sitemeter today, as well as an explanatory post ...what is it I've read somewhere...Life happens, fast, furious and funny...so THINK quick, or you'll miss it!:)
Stephen Ley said…
Blogging ebbs and flows...just like life.
Allana Martian said…
I just fixed my link to your blog! I didn't even know you hadn't been blogging until now, but welcome back anyway!
Fida Abbott said…
Happy Blogging Jen!!!

You still qualify as a Blogger.

Regards from PA
Unknown said…
Life is full of twists and turns and the same goes for blogging. But I have to admit, when you turned the corner today it made me smile really big to see you again. Happy Summer!
Mary Ellen said…
I, for one, REALLY hope you don't ever quit - you are one of my favorite bloggers (when you blog) as I love your writing style and sense of humor.

I'll take your blogs whenever I can get 'em...whether it's once a day or once a month!
Rochelle said…
Well welcome back, however briefly it may be. We missed ya sista!
jenny said…
I'm so glad to hear that your job has been a good fit (albeit very busy). I have definitely missed you and echo Mary's sentiments...your writing always brings a smile to my face. As often as you can blog...I'll be reading.
Amy B. said…
Well, you can't wear your blog shirt I got you unless you blog :) So, just think about that before you give it up!! Okay, Just kidding! You can still wear it because it's totally cute!
Anonymous said…
"And running every event through my brain as a possible blog entry just became a drag." That's kind of how I'm starting to feel about recording every book I read on my blog.

It doesn't look like the rest of the blogosphere will let you go easily! :)
Shortchange said…
Jen, I have missed your words of wisdom, funny experiences and just plain all around interesting blogs. Please don't stop however few they may be. You are an inspiration and encouragement to me. I eagerly look for your blogs.

So glad you like your new job. Change isn't always easy but you seem to have made it so.

"Life is what happens while you're busy making other plans" borrowed

Gene

Popular posts from this blog

Mixed Feelings

It's been a long time in coming, but as of this morning, I'm no longer a medical transcriptionist. I'm not sure how I feel about that...a little bit relieved, a little bit sad, a lot bit uncertain about whether I'll regret this decision. For the last year or so, I've found that the transcription work isn't fulfilling the need I once had to stay at home with my babies and have an income. I've increasingly felt that I need more interaction and less monotony. I've also felt the pressure of work that constantly needs to be done, with no sense of ever being really "finished." No matter how much work you've done for the day, there's always another note waiting to be transcribed. That goes for sick days, holidays, vacations days or any kind of days. This year, I've dabbled in substituting as a school monitor and office staff, and kind of found my niche in the last few weeks. I'll be working a couple of hours a day in one of the ...

Stickin' It Out

I got married today. Well, not exactly today. It was Friday, June 2. But the year was 1989 - 17 years ago. "Amazing", people say. "Good for you", they comment. "You must have picked the right one", the add. Amazing? Yes. Good for me? I'll admit it. But it has nothing to do with picking the right one, really. It's not because I found the perfect boy, and it's certainly not because he found the perfect girl. It might sound a little unromantic, but there never really is a 'right one' floating around out there waiting in the cosmos for the other 'right one' to crash and connect. There may be 'better ones'; there may be 'more easily compatible' or something or other. But the real story is you start becoming the right one the moment you vow that "you do". When I married, I had been 20 for a whole 33 days, we had just completed a 2-year long-distance realtionship and HE was five years older tha...

Too Close For Comfort

Depressing: Def., "Realizing that you and your Dearly Beloved are entirely to close to wearing the same pant size. Case in point - Hero Guy came ' har har-ing' out of the bedroom relating that he had accidentally been wearing a pair of my jeans for the last 15 minutes. He wondered why they felt so weird (translated - TIGHT) until he took them off and inspected the tag. He gloated that at least he knows he can fit into a Ladies Size ___ (you really think I'm going to tell you the number?!). My Observations: 1) He had a MONSTER wedgie, so the jeans were entirely too small for him. 2) They are my "fat" jeans, a size bigger than what I actually wear, but I just like the broken-in feeling of them. Or the roominess or something. 3) They were the stretchy kind of jeans, so an elephant could have painted itself into them. 4) What's he bragging about having a girlish figure for anyway? Not very macho if you ask me. Hmph.