Frequently, during my attempt at posting every day this summer, it has felt like I’m the only one left in the neighborhood, trying to find people to hang out with only to be reminded that they’ve all gone away. I write a post every day–and try to comment on at least five or six posts in my reader–but there just isn’t that much to read. I excitedly refresh my reader in the morning (first thing after checking my email) and find only four or five posts most of the time. During the school year I expect 10 or 15.
I guess not that many people are writing right now.
I even re-visited the PAIL “kids over 2” blogroll and found that at least 1/3 (maybe close to 1/2?) of the blogs I clicked on (and by no means did I try all of them) hadn’t been updated since June. Which is fine, I realize a lot of people have other, more important shit to do (though I, evidently, do not) but I’m not going to start following a blog that hasn’t posted in a month. It’s just hard to get to know someone when they are only writing sporadically.
I’m not writing any of this to sound judgmental, though maybe that is exactly how it comes across. I guess I’m just trying to say it feels a little lonely in the blogosphere, plugging away on my little blog when everyone else is out doing… I don’t know… something else? I don’t want to assume everyone else is on some fabulous vacation because I know that is not the case for many bloggers I follow. And even if they were, I’d be happy for them. I guess I just miss everyone. And I’m not sure what to do with myself while everyone is “away.” I’m plowing through Kindle books. I’m attempting Hypnobabies, which requires more time than I had expected. I know I could clean my house more. Maybe that is why I’m sad there aren’t more blogs to read, I have fewer excuses to avoid doing the dishes.
And of course there are plenty of people who are posting–and thank gawd for you! You are literally saving my sanity, helping me to feel less alone. SO THANK YOU. I very much appreciate it.
I only have one more week of summer with childcare. The week Isa is home will be very busy and then the next week I go back to school (just staff days to start, but still, it’s work). I’m sure my posts then will be shorter, less coherent. Heck, maybe I’ll even miss a few days. I mean it’s just a self-imposed goal; nothing bad will happen if I don’t actually post once a day all summer. I’ve already missed a few days, in fact (though I tried to make it up the next day by posting twice).
Anyway, enough of my whining. The reality is, this isn’t about anybody else, it’s about me. It’s about the fact that I don’t have many IRL friends that live near by and can get together. It’s about the fact that I chose to undertake this extensive backyard project that is incredibly isolating. It’s about how I rely too heavily on this community to fill my social needs. It’s about how I stepped away from Twitter (I just couldn’t hang), which I’m sure is thriving during the summer doldrums. It’s about my shit, not anyone else’s. And I need to stop throwing mini pity parties about it and just suck it up and make some changes. Or deal with it if I can’t.
Are you writing right now? Does your reader seem affected by the summer doldrums? Do you miss blogging when posts are scarce or is it a nice respite?