I'm obviously not that good at blogging. Well, I think I'm at least a pretty decent writer, I just stink at doing this on a regular basis. I really don't know why that is. I constantly think to myself. "Now THAT is blogworthy." but the thought or story or picture just never hardly makes it to the screen.
I'm really sad to admit my failure as a good blogger. I had high hopes really, but 4 blogs in a year really won't put me up there with The Pioneer Woman or Homemade by Jill or For the Joy of Food. A girl can dream though. I had a dream of a REAL page with more than 2 hits a day with advertising links and cute little tabs and a cookbook and a tour and lots of cute babies wanting pictures with me... OK, not really, but I did want to at least be able to say "I have a blog" with out feeling like a little half liar.
But in my life I have learned to settle with being a dabbler. It's really what I am best at. and I really feel that living a life dabbling in lots of different things, is better than devoting all of my energy into one thing and not getting to even try all of the other things. And I have also learned as I dabble, that if I dabble in those things really well, making those moments worth while, then I don't get burnt out. I keep enjoying them.
So I love my dabblings: blogging, sewing, singing, cooking, painting, designing. I also love the fact that because I am a dabbler and not an obsesser (have I said that I love making up words?) I have room for my real passion - being a good Momma and friend. So I love my friends and family hard and dabble in a lot of things a little bit and probably should do more than dabbling in cleaning and organizing and exercising for that matter, but I do love my life, and am thankful for all of my outlets... even my pitiful little blog.
3 years ago