Hi, everyone. Merry Christmas.
I end that Merry Christmas with a period rather than an exclamation point quite intentionally. Frankly, it’s all I can muster after the past week.
The entire household has been very sick with the flu this past week and we have all been trying to nurse each other back to health as best we can. Luckily, this morning we were feeling better and had a quiet Christmas morning, thankful to still be alive after the hell we have all experienced. We are still quarantined and bedridden, but able to finally reach out via social media at the very least.
So, to reconnect with the outside world, I began to read all the posts in my bloglovin’ feed and saw that, rather than Merry Christmas posts, everyone is doing their end of the year reviews and plans for 2018. I can’t help but ask myself how these bloggers do it!? How are they so on top of their lives that they can already be planning for next year?
I don’t know about you but I haven’t planned a damn thing for next year. Not one. Oh, sure, I have some general ideas of things that I know are coming down the pipeline but other than that, I’m just along for the ride.
And just as I write this, my eyes fall on the really cool life planner I bought mid-year that I started to keep but like writing, let fall by the wayside.
Then, I realize that blogs aren’t real life. They are just little slips of fantasy that someone has written – mini novels, as it were, with really great pictures. Blogs are not reality and the bloggers are all writing the same things at the same time – like the end-of-year reviews and plans for the next year posts. And I find myself flipping through them like a magazine because there is little of anything of interest there for me.
And so write my own blog post. A little more down to earth. A little less perfect. And all me.