Over Christmas break, we stayed at my family's cabin for about 10 days.
10 days without blogging or the blogging world.
And, can I tell you, it was a glorious 10 days.
During that time, I had a great discussion with my mom and sisters about blogs.
The essence of my convos and thoughts on blogs go a little something like this:
I blog because it can be something positive for me in many ways.
There are blogs out there who's authors appear to have it all. They are crazy beautiful, wear beautiful clothes non-stop, live in beautiful places, have beautiful families, and take beautiful vacations.
Is this a real, true-to-life portrayal of themselves or not?
Why is it that we can only see the good in some blogs and never any hints of life challenges?
Why do I look at these blogs regularly when it does nothing for me but make me feel ugly, boring, and inadequate?
Blogs like these blind me to all my many, many blessings.
But my response to those blogs is my own, my responsibility.
It's their blog. They can choose to post whatever they'd like. That's the great thing about blogging.
I don't get to have a say in what they do or don't post about.
So if a certain blog isn't giving me anything of value, learning, or insight, then I'm a dummy for spending time looking at it, no matter how briefly I scroll through the recent posts.
Then I decided to do something about all these thoughts.
I put them into action.
Since coming home from our cabin trip, I haven't used my time to look at any of those blogs. None.
If a blog makes me feel sad in any way, I'm not going there.
And, while I'm reducing blog time,
I've also cut my Twitter activity way down.
(My little sister deleted her Facebook account.)
I can't tell you how refreshing it feels to actively choose to not be a mere bystander, watching other peoples' lives unfold and wishing mine could be more like theirs.
I'm too busy living and loving my own life, thankyouverymuch.