Blogland used to consume me.
I HAD to have a post everyday.
I HAD to read and comment on friends' posts.
I HAD to be entertaining.
Or so I thought.
So it became too much of a 'burden.' It wasn't fun anymore.
Why did I start blogging in the first place?
My dad lives about three hours away from us...bummer for this daddy's girl. I started blogging simply to give him an idea of what we're up to and a way to 'see' his grand-babies. (I absolutely HATE that we don't get to see him more...my kids LOVE Papa Tom and CeCe!)
Now, since there's Facebook, and Dad is my 'friend,' I'm pretty sure he is in the know, more than even here long ago. But not everyone is on Facebook...
So...why blog now?
I'm thinking on that one. I'm not sure I will, although the idea of it is appealing. I just need to figure out if there is a purpose. And if there is, what is it?
I wear many hats...not sure my head is big enough to float another one.