Hi. My name is Adriane and I'm a bad blogger.
Hi Adriane.
Um, I would continue with the whole support group analogy, but I don't know how the rest goes. I'm basing what little I DO know from Finding Nemo. Apparently I need to watch it again too, because I'm pretty sure there's more to it than that.
WHY am I a bad blogger? I'm pretty sure that there's a lot of deep psychological reasons why I haven't blogged since FEBRUARY, but I'm only just discovering them, so you will have to be patient with me. First off, I threw myself heart and soul into something I wasn't ready for, called digi scrap design. Sigh. I've come to the conclusion that I don't have the energy, time, and mainly, the SPUNK to keep going with that right now. My obsession with that digital area crowded out my screen time with me blog, for which I apologize.
But Adriane, you haven't been designing since June...why didn't you blog then?
Ah. Right. I think that goes back to my fear of failure and my somewhat perverse subconscious belief that if I never get around to something, I can't actually fail at it--Right???
Wrong. You miss 100% of the shots you don't take.
Yeah, thanks for that. Besides which, I have this idea that everyone reading this blog (who are you kidding? Everyone stopped checking this sometime around April!) comes to be entertained, and expects me to be as witty, intelligent, and charming as some of the bloggers on my blog roll (cough, MEAGAN, cough, ANNIE) and do you know how witty, intelligent and charming my life has felt for the last year and a half? Diapers..spit up...feeding...diapers...spit up...feed the kid...change his clothes...change his clothes AGAIN. Sigh.
Of course, there ARE the beautiful nuggets of gold in my day that make all of the tough stuff MORE than worth it. And I can't tell you how much I love what I do. Really, please don't get me wrong--I have the best job in the whole world. I just don't think anyone else would want to hear about it... ;)
Since no one reads your blog anyways, why don't you just write it for yourself?
Ha. I'm getting to that. See, I've had a change of heart. I had a talk with a friend of mine too (I love you, btw). I'm such a miserable journal writer, that I had come to rely on my blog as the record of my life. And now I have a piece missing from February to NOW!!! And my poor son, who could have had that record of his life--whether anyone else wanted to read a blog all about my son or not.
And really, shouldn't this be for me?
SOOOOO, there you have it. I'm going to promise to be a better blogger, but you are going to have to promise not to mind all of my glowing reports about the cutest baby on the planet, with some tidbits about the handsomest man as well. I give you full permission to skip over whatever you want. Because this blog is for ME!!! (and I know you already knew that. I just had to assert my independence in order to get over my block. Deal with it, okay?)
In other news, I've been catching up on all of YOUR blogs! My goodness you've been busy in my absence! I can't wait to read further and of course, more faithfully. Thanks guys. If you ever read this. I appreciate you.
