Maybe you've noticed ... my blogging performance has been less-than-stellar lately. I'm completely uninspired. I've hit a major slump. That big 1-0-0-0 posts thing has left me rather deflated. What else is there to say? I can only talk about menu planning and my crazy kids for so long before people (all ten of you) rebel against reading the random musings of my mundane life.
(I'm so ready for spring to arrive.)
Fear not, I won't take drastic action any time soon. I realize I've been sick and tired and grumpy and stressed the past while. Life will likely settle out and all will be rosy once again. New inspiration will strike eventually. Right?
I think my love affair with blogging has grown cold for two key reasons:
- I've changed my daily routine and am spending very little time on the computer. (I actually see this as a healthy thing.) These days I'd rather dash off a quick post than spend an hour crafting something witty and profound.
- I'm pretty sick of myself lately (but I don't mean to sound horribly self-deprecating). I'm simply tired of coming across as prideful and "super-momish". I don't want to boast about the cool things I've done / nifty projects I've made / profound books I've read. I just want a rest.
All that to say, ye olde Ink Spot is looking rather forlorn these days. I guess this is my rough approximation of an apology and explanation.