I certainly don't want to let this blog go extinct, but I am losing momentum. Big time.
I really liked how it was a log of all the things we were doing with the house, all the trips we went on, all the little things that happened. I really liked how it was very much like a journal, at times very personal but not quite a real "live journal."
People from work read this blog now. Perhaps they always did; I really never bothered to inquire or pay attention to that. It's not like this blog was a secret or hidden away. Anyone could have Googled it and found it. But for some reason now that I know that people from work are reading it - and now that I have a position at work that gives me pause about what I am actually posting online for anyone who bothers to Google me to read - I am just not as motivated to keep this up.
I know, I know. What's the harm in posting about the things that I post? The 24-year-old in my says that I should not be ashamed of what I think or feel, that it's okay to have it all out there on the Internet for anyone to read, because I am who I am and it doesn't matter. The thirty-something in me says the same thing. But in reality I just don't know if I believe that anymore.
Maybe I should go back to scrapbooking. That might actually be more fun, and is certainly a lot more private.
I'll think about it. In the meantime, enjoy some photos of my recent trip to Nantucket. It was our tri-/quadrennial family weekend to the island, where several women from my mother's side of the family get together in a B&B for a couple of nights. We walk around town. See the historical sites. Eat a nice meal. Enjoy ourselves. We missed Alice, but she gave us a beautiful weekend this time. It was a good trip.
I really liked how it was a log of all the things we were doing with the house, all the trips we went on, all the little things that happened. I really liked how it was very much like a journal, at times very personal but not quite a real "live journal."
People from work read this blog now. Perhaps they always did; I really never bothered to inquire or pay attention to that. It's not like this blog was a secret or hidden away. Anyone could have Googled it and found it. But for some reason now that I know that people from work are reading it - and now that I have a position at work that gives me pause about what I am actually posting online for anyone who bothers to Google me to read - I am just not as motivated to keep this up.
I know, I know. What's the harm in posting about the things that I post? The 24-year-old in my says that I should not be ashamed of what I think or feel, that it's okay to have it all out there on the Internet for anyone to read, because I am who I am and it doesn't matter. The thirty-something in me says the same thing. But in reality I just don't know if I believe that anymore.
Maybe I should go back to scrapbooking. That might actually be more fun, and is certainly a lot more private.
I'll think about it. In the meantime, enjoy some photos of my recent trip to Nantucket. It was our tri-/quadrennial family weekend to the island, where several women from my mother's side of the family get together in a B&B for a couple of nights. We walk around town. See the historical sites. Eat a nice meal. Enjoy ourselves. We missed Alice, but she gave us a beautiful weekend this time. It was a good trip.
