Normally if this was to be my first post after a big holiday I am sure there would be a few hopefully pretty pictures to share. I would allude perhaps that it was maybe a quiet time this Easter but would as you do when you blog put a chirpy spin on things. Eeking out maybe a random crafty moment or a days outing.
But I guess at the moment I am not feeling normal or at least not in blogging terms. I have been thinking a lot about my blog just lately and whether it is because we are personally having a bit of a meh year so far or maybe just because I am feeling meh but I am finding it difficult at the moment to resume blogging in my usual manner. I feel change in the air a sudden new direction to pathways and virtual valleys I can only guess at.
I have been doing this mad thing called blogging for three years. To be honest I have not learnt much about the technical doolallies and still look on with the sort of opened mouthed ye olde villager way at some of the technical wizardry that others can produce with what seems to be a mere flick of a well practised wrist. Of course I know that is not the case, I am sure this magical knowledge has come from hard work and study like all things in life. I have however learnt about how life is a wonderful thing even it is just being spell bound for a few minutes by the way the sun has cast its warm glow and shadow across your washing machine whilst you were busy folding the other half's pants. Mind it can also highlight the fact that you should a least put a cloth over it once in while too ;0)
I have learnt that no matter how many times that you hear about awful events and violent and cruel depravities that the human race seems to insist on carry on with, that there is actually a hell of a lot of lovely kind and caring folk out there, who are just like you trying to get on with the business of living and loving. More likely than not with an air of stunned mullet about their person. Who gives their time and encouragement freely, without expectation or reward. Those faceless strangers are sounding a bit like you lot out there you know!
I have been thinking about why I blog. Why do I blog? I could say it is because I am recording my little families lives with pictures and tales of what we have been up to at such and such a time. And although I have found that this is a wonderful side effect of this here blogging lark that really isn't why I blog. I guess maybe selfishly - maybe not I blog for me. I blog for connection and comments and having a bit of rapport with like minded folk otherwise this blog would be private if I didn't want that connection to be honest. But I also blog because its become a creative outlet for me. I love to write. I might not be good at it but its something I have always had a passion for. Sometimes I write a post and think well that was really crap, but there have been a few posts that I have written that yes I have been rather proud of. Is this wrong to think that? I am not very good at trumpet blowing! But you see I think this is where I have the problem. When I first took those weeny little baby steps into the big old world of blogging it was because I loved to craft. Which I still do love to do, but it seems less and less these days.(Although I have been doing a little sewing of late!) In part it is because I have a few other things I like to do but mainly I seemed to have stopped crafting so much because I blog and like to read blogs and then comment on them. (which I know has been really lacking recently). Blogging in essence has become my creative crack, which would be fine but now I have rather lost direction in which to go with my blog. Does any of this make sense? Has this happened to you?
Do I carry on with this blog? It has been my cyber home now for 3 years and I am rather fond of it and its name. But if I infrequently write crafty posts would this be misleading as to the blogs content? I have also been wondering about maybe doing some posts without any pictures in just text. Sometimes I find I don't write posts simply because I don't have a few pretty pictures to bung in. I find on occasion I put pictures in just to break up the text, a bit like sticking a tablet inside some chocolate so a child might be fooled into taking it. And that actually seems really insulting to think that adults might need a bit of pretty tomfoolery just to read some text. And there is the thinking sometimes that you can only see the inside of a flower so many times before you skim over it. Beautiful though they are - Maybe? I don't know I am just think out loud getting all these thoughts out of my head and on to virtual paper.
I would also like to continue to put on some of my poetry on here too. Again not sure if it really interests anyone, I think poetry can be a personal thing if you like it at all. I do have a page at the top if you ever do fancy a browse there are links there that will take you to the post with the poems in. In short I guess what I am trying to figure out is whether I carry on in much the same vein that I have done for the past three years with a bit of this and that. I personally find I enjoy reading a varied blog about all sorts of views and interests and life in general. Do I stay? go? carry on give up entirely? I am still thinking about all these options at the moment. One other thing I have started to feel is how when I first started blogging you blogged for the most part and commented etc and that was it. But now there seems so much more to it. Facebook, twitter, pinterest and now the instagram thingy that seems to get mentioned a lot. I don't know about you but I find it all so overwhelming. If I did half of that I don't think I would have a life so would have nothing to write about! lol.
So I guess with all my meandering musings my real burning question here is "Did the Internet kill the creativity star?" In manner of the 80's Boggles tune. I don't know but I am beginning to suspect that it might be smothering it a little.